#jughead xxx

[crazymisscarly]

Hi Hope everything is going well irl for you because after wasting 7 years of my life on that terrible show and seeing that peace garbage finale I really need you up date the out story isn't over universe and any other bughead and varchie story u have

Homie I got you, stay tuned xxx I hope you enjoy my next updates !

I’m just slightly thriving because so far I’ve seen Jughead holding hands with Betty wishing he was “circled” whatever the fuck that means, and loving seeing that damn GAZING look of affection. And I’ve not seen one Barchie stan in my inbox 😂

I have so many questions about the series finale and I don’t think I even want the answers 😂😂

[soyforramen]

Part 4: (Parts 1-3 Here)

“The first thing you have to do is figure out your classes.”

It was only Forsythe’s second day in this new world, and J.B.’s voice rings out in his head, reminding him of all the things he needed to do to seem normal.  They’d cracked the case about the locked phone (J.B.’s birthday of all things; “Seven: My brother would never forget my birthday”) and the laptop (Jughead’s full name, of all things, still a closely guarded secret in the books; it turned out Forsythe Jones and Forsythe Pendleton Jones III shared more than just a last name). Now he just had to figure out the rest of it.

He stares at the journal in front of him – a sparkling pink eye sore, regifted to him by a grinning J.B. With her help he’d been able to string together some of what had already happened in Riverdale. Between the text messages on the phone and Veronica’s Sharebook page, Forsythe has narrowed down where they were in the story. If he’s right, they were somewhere between book two, ‘Homecoming Hero’, and book three, ‘Mystery at Sisters of Quiet Mercy’.

It's now mid-September, which means Archie has already made first-string on the football team, but he hasn’t yet had Thanksgiving dinner at the boxing gym. Veronica’s father should be getting out of prison sometime in mid-December, just in time for the holidays, and Reggie’s family would be gearing up for their annual car-liquidation at the dealership.  Betty was all consumed with her classwork – 18 hours as a journalism major while volunteering at the local homeless shelter and interning at her parents’ newspaper – so there hadn’t been much of her storyline in that book.

Jughead was also largely absent from the book save for a thin plot about rekindling his friendship with the odd-ball Dilton. Forsythe circles the strange teen’s name and drew a string of question marks next to it. Whatever it was that they’d gotten up to it was enough to drive a temporary wedge between Jughead and Archie. There was speculation that the author had just forgotten about Jughead halfway through writing the book, never meaning for him to be anything more than a background character, but his popularity with the fans pushed him to share center stage with the red-headed heart-throb for the rest of their time at college.

With a start, Forsythe realizes he’ll have to attend classes tomorrow. He glances over at the stack of science text books still laying on the floor. There’s no way he’ll ever be able to fake his way through that. Opening the laptop, he scrolls through the school’s calendar. By some stroke of providence, tomorrow is the last day to drop class for a full refund. He jots down the information he needs, where to go, what classes to drop and which classes to pick up; after all, if – no, when – the real Jughead came back, he could easily resume his regular coursework. Sans a few humanities classes that is.

Forsythe lays back down onto the tiny bed, his feet dangling off the end, and yawns. Who knew being a fictional character would be so time consuming?

As he closes his eyes, he wonders whether he’ll wake up in his world, or whether he’ll still be stuck in Riverdale.

xxx

The next day, armed with a carafe full of coffee and an energy bar, Forsythe manages to change enough classes around in order to keep Jughead’s FAFSA loans. It does mean picking up a senior level class on Langston Hughes, but at least literary greats were in Forsythe’s wheelhouse. Twenty minutes later, he finds himself sitting in front of what he hopes is the right classroom, typing up a storm on the connection between monetary deprivation and physical lust, sprinkling in just enough blunt conclusions to make it seem as if Reggie had more than a brief understanding of the book. 

He glances up when a blonde sits down next to him, and she gives him a tired grin, opening up her own laptop.  Thankfully he recognizes her from his near constant scrolling through Veronica’s online photos. At least, he thinks he does.

“Hard at work already? What’s Reggie paying you in these days, stocks of Nabsico?” she teases.

Once more he’s struck by the association between Jughead and food – an ongoing comedic bit in the books – and whether his friends really understand the economic situation of the Jones’. For such a close friend group it’s strange how little they seem to know about each other.

“Hey, Bets,” he says, the name strange in his mouth.

She starts and glances at him, a line forming between her brows. Her voice is soft when she speaks “You haven’t called me that in years.”

Forsythe shrugs. He turns back to his laptop to hide his embarrassment at such a simple faux pas. Jughead and Betty don’t really get close until book four when they investigate the disappearance of Cheryl Blossom’s twin brother; before that they’re more acquaintances than friends.

“Sorry, I guess I was just feeling nostalgic.”

“No, I like it,” she says with a smile. She stares at him for a little too long, and Jughead wipes at the corner of his mouth self-consciously.

“Where’s your beanie?” she asks.

His hand flies up to his head, and he curses himself for such a rookie mistake. Jughead’s beanie was infamous. Thousands of fans had made their own version to wear proudly at every book launch; it was the lynchpin of all the romantic fanfiction centering around Jughead; it was as iconic as Betty’s ponytail.

“I.. uh –“

“Jug, Bets, how are we today?” Reggie says as he saunters into their conversation, unwittingly saving Forsythe from an uncomfortable lie.

“I’m fine. How are you?” Betty asks warily.

Forsythe nods his head and returns to his laptop, eager to tune them out and focus on the one thing he can control in this situation. He’s banged out another half page when Reggie waves his hand in front of the screen. Students swarm around them as the class lets out, and Forsythe closes his laptop roughly.

“We still on for Saturday?” Reggie asks. He shifts his gaze towards Betty and grins. “Wouldn’t want to miss our first big college party.”

Betty rolls her eyes and stands up carefully, her laptop balanced in the crook of her arm. “You mean you wouldn’t want to miss your first shot at Veronica without Archie around.”

“Don’t be like that Betty baby,” Reggie coos, slinging his arm around her shoulders and walking her into the classroom. “Besides, it's a win-win for you too. With Ronnie out of the picture you get Archie all to yourself come Sunday.”

She snorts. “As if. He’ll won’t have eyes for anyone other than some cute cheerleader he meet at the game. Besides, who said I wanted Archie all to myself? Maybe I have eyes for someone else now,” she teases, slipping into a seat at the front of the room.

Reggie collapses into the seat behind her, a hand over his heart. “Never such a sweet confession have I heard,-” he says dramatically, raising his other hand to his forehead, “ - the arrow from such ruby lips doth pierce my soul.”

“What’s that from, ‘How to Pick Up Chicks or Die Trying?’” Forsythe quips as he passes them both to take a seat at the back of the room.

“Hah! You wish,” Reggie shoots back. “Only a true connoisseur of romance can speak so soft and sweet.”

“Well then, Mr. Mantle, perhaps you can enlighten us on Felix’s own romantic notions at Clochegourde?” the professor, an older woman in her fifties, says as she takes her place at the lectern.

Forsythe settles down in his chair and, with a smidge of guilty pleasure, watches Reggie try to squirm his way out of this one.

Xxx

“Jones, thank god you’re here,” Tabitha says when he walks into Pop’s that evening. She tosses him her keys and picks up a full tray of food. “Throw your stuff in the office, grab an apron, and scrub up. I need you in the back, now.”

“Helluva day to quit drinking,” Forsythe mutters to himself.

Dutifully, he follows her instructions and in minutes he’s back on the grill. At the sight of the old industrial range his entire body relaxes. He cut his teeth in the back of diners like this, paying his dues as a line cook years ago. His reverie is cut short, though, when Tabitha rounds the corner like hell on wheels.

“I don’t have time to train you,” she says quickly, flipping over the burgers already on the grill, “but you’ve eaten almost everything on the menu by now and know what goes on what. Cooler’s through that door, fryer’s behind you – set the time to five minutes or it’ll burn – and watch out for Rosemary, she’s got a temper today.”

Tabitha gives him a quick, tired grin and runs back out of the kitchen as another customer comes in. Forsythe glances at the string of orders and cracks his knuckles, ready to get to work. It’s not until three hours later that Tabitha comes back in to check on him with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“I thought you said this was your first job?” she asks, handing him the mug.

Forsythe takes a sip and winces at the heat from the mug and from her question. 

“It is, but I cook a lot at home. And watch a lot of MeTube cooking videos.”

“Right. Because they’re so similar.”

She stares at him and he forces himself not to fidget.

“I also helped Pop’s out some during high school. When things were rough,” he says, dropping his eyes to the cup.

Forsythe doesn’t know whether this is a lie in this world, but it certainly wasn’t in his life. It was a trade after his parent died; a small, eight-year-old bussing tables for a warm meal and a cot in the back, out of the rain. He’ll always be grateful to his own Pop for taking him in and, after a week of living at the diner, bringing him into the family as his own son.

Tabitha places a warm hand on his arm, the touch sending goosebumps along his skin. “He was always good at picking up strays,” she says, eyes glistening. “Sometimes I wish he was still here, helping me out, instead of living it up in Boca Raton. He claims he���s a lady killer there.”

Forsythe barks out a laugh. “I’m sure he is. He’s had a lot of practice dealing with the moms of Riverdale.”

“Now on E!,” Tabitha adds.

A bell rings, and she sighs, tightening her apron strings. “It never ends.”

Forsythe picks up the coffee cup and relishes the comfort it brings. It’s the first moment of peace he’s had since he’d arrived in this world, and he’s grateful to Tabitha for taking a chance on him. It doesn’t last, though, as Tabitha slides another two papers across the small window. He glances at it, then picks up the spatula and gets back to work.

[sweetpeaownsmyheart]

Just a Couple of Notes (Sweet Pea x Reader)

Hello friends! Sorry for the inactivity, I've had a lot going on and have been dealing with mental health but I haven’t forgotten you! I was so happy to come on today and find that someone has messaged me a request, my first one yay - so I should get that out soon! This is a lil idea I had late one night, I didn’t really know I was going with it but wanted to get something out and actually kinda like it!! (just a warning bc the plot is a bit naff lol) Love you all sm - stay safe and healthy xxx <3

Word Count - 2300

Warnings - umm not that I can think of! An odd plot maybe? Too fluffy? Very OOC Pea?

Summary - you write notes to SP when you start work at Pops, it’s not long before he responds. But then there’s a bump in the road!!

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You're move to Riverdale was a quick decision made by your parents in Autumn when a new job opportunity arose. Within a week you were packed up and moving to the town leaving behind your friends, other family members and the quiet life you had gotten used to.

Riverdale was an odd place to you. You were used to the comforts and quirks of your hometown and for that reason your attention felt drawn to the awkwardness and divide and, what seemed to be lurking beneath the surface in your new neighbourhood.

It was about a week after your move that you had noticed the 'help wanted' sign in the window of Pops and were pushed to apply by Jughead who you had met the first night you had come to town. Besides Jug, you kept yourself to yourself, limiting your interactions to with your family and customers. Of course, it wasn't for others lack of trying, often Betty or one of Jughead's other friends would talk to you.  However, you knew that when you were old enough, you would move back to your hometown so didn't want to create too many ties.

That all changed when Sweet Pea started frequenting the diner.

He had come in asking for Jughead before noticing him in the corner and hurrying over. The way he sat with his shoulders hunched over and stony expression was intriguing to you, but you were quick to learn that he was as much of a 'mystery' as you were.

He always wore black in some way, had dog-tags round his neck that you longed to wrap your hand around and a curl on his forehead that you wanted to push back into place. If it wasn't for the few times that you saw him with Fangs and Toni, you would have thought him incapable of feeling joy but the way his face broke into a smile and his laugh carried across the diner was enough to make anyone's heart beat faster.

You were smitten with a boy you didn't know, the boy who was pegged as 'trouble' by Jughead when you asked about him.

Soon your want to know him overtook your want to keep to your solitude and that was when the notes started - that way you could still keep him at a distance.

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It was around 8pm on a Sunday that the first instance happened as Sweet Pea came to pay for his groups dinner. You had heard him complaining earlier that evening about how his English teacher was going to fail him if he didn't pass his next test with flying colours and you had subsequently spent your break writing out quotes from the book Jug had mentioned they were studying and exam tips you had found on google.

You passed the napkin to him along with his receipt and quickly left to serve another group (and avoid any embarrassment) missing the look on confusion on his face.

As you finished serving the table you turned back around you met his gaze as he reached the door. He threw you a quick wink and walked out leaving you standing with your heart racing and head spinning.

-----

For you it became common place after that day. Whenever Pea visited the diner, he left with a little note on a napkin that you wrote on your break. The notes ranged from help with school when you had overheard he was struggling to random facts you found or occasionally a cheesy pick up line. If you plucked up the courage to look, you often saw him smiling down at the notes when he thought no one was looking which made it worth it. You didn't expect a response, but it was something fun to do, and although the thought crossed your mind that maybe he it was making him feel awkward, he hadn't told you to stop so you continued.

He didn't respond, until one day he did.

You had just closed up for the night and were cleaning the tables when you noticed a napkin on the table where he had been sitting. You had given him a list of songs to listen to that day, slipped it onto the table as they paid and you hadn't seen anything then so were wondering if Sweet Pea had thought it odd and left the note but as you approached you saw the writing was not as light as yours. It had more of a scrawl to it.

'Don't walk home over the bridge today - Sweet Pea

PS. I like (your favourite band) and I like getting these notes :)'

And that's how your interactions were from that point onwards, he gave you a warning or a place to stay away from and sometimes something personal about him and you gave him a fact or compliment or anything you could think of. It wasn't much but it suited you both and you had had a few conversations with Toni and Fangs about how much he liked you and now a bigger part of you wanted to stay.

That was until Josie came along.

You had met Josie before, a couple of times, but your conversations were always limited to taking her order and the general waitressing 'stuff'. She seemed nice enough, but you hadn't seen her with a serpent before and since you were home schooling you didn't even know she knew them (besides Jug).

She sat with Pea for hours. Just the two of them. They spoke in whispers and you often caught at least one of them sending you quick glances. You did not want to infringe on them so let one of the other waitresses serve them both ignoring her questions on why there was a sudden change.

You thought back to all the longing looks, all the flirting both in notes and over your waitressing and of the fact it all was or at least seemed reciprocated.

That was the first time since you had first served him that he left without a note.

-----

He didn't come in again for another week or so. Everything was getting on top of you and your plan to move back 'home' was once again in your mind despite weeks of not speaking to your 'friends' or thinking of your life before Riverdale.

You felt odd. You knew that you had no ties to this place besides Jug but one part of you thought your plans to move away were based on the actions of Sweet Pea rather than your lack of connections.

You knew that you had no real relationship with the boy, it was only notes passed back and forth. You couldn't claim to know him or be his friend as you hadn't exactly spoken much but one part of you felt drawn to him and hurt that he didn't feel that too - he would rather step out with Josie.

If looks could kill, in that moment, both Sweet Pea and Jughead would be dead from each other’s stares. Jug was your confidant on all Sweet Pea matters. He had listened to you gush about how adorable Sweets was and in the last week had listened to your complaints. He knew that the actions of Sweet Pea may drive you to leave and he desperately did not want you to leave.

So here in the diner at 11pm, glares were thrown towards Pea by Jug who was sat with you whilst you were on your break. And glares were thrown right back in his (or your?) direction by Sweet Pea who had settled in a booth by himself.

You were the only one working that night so knew that you would have to serve him eventually so as your break ended, and Jug left the diner you walked over to him.

'what can I get you?' you said breaking the unsettling silence.

'Just the usual please.'

'And what would that be?' You knew his order. Of course you did. But part of you felt spiteful and hurt and you wanted him to feel that too. But you regretted it immediately when he turned to you with a look of sadness on his face.

'Come on Y/N. You know my order. I've only not been in for a week.' Maybe he was trying to joke to get rid of the tension.

'Yeh maybe I do and maybe in the week you've been MIA, you've forgotten that we don't serve food after 11. So, I'll ask again, what can I get you?'

'Just a chocolate shake please.'

You walked off to make the drink but were pulled back by a strong hand and a falsely strong voice. 'When were you going to mention in one of you notes that you're dating Jughead Jones?'

You scoff. 'When were you going to mention you're dating Josie McCoy?' You pulled your arm out of his grip. And turned to look at him. He looked confused. 'Yanno Sweet Pea, you were here last week with her? Has your memory gone?'

'I'm not dating her.' He splutters out.

'You know what Sweet Pea; I don't care who you're dating or not dating. It was only a couple of notes between us. So, I'll just go make your shake and you can sit here if you want or leave if you would prefer. And when you come back next week I won't be here.' You leave to make his shake but when you come back, he is not there, but a napkin is in his place.

'Sorry - SP'

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A couple of days later you were packing all your bags in the back of a rented pickup truck, ready to take a long road trip back to your hometown with Jughead. When he arrived, you said goodbye to your family and jumped in the passenger’s seat, Jug had agreed to take the first shift.

You made light conversation and sung along to the radio for about 20 minutes before you noticed that Jug was taking a wrong turning.

'You're going the wrong way.'

'Y/N, please don't hate me. He made me do this.'

'Okay Jug, what's going on, you're scaring me.'

'You know you said that Josie and Sweet Pea had been in Pops? Well, it's not what it seems. Just listen to him yeh?'

'Jughead Jones where am I?' He guided you out of the truck and led you down a path into what appeared to be a small forest. 'you better not be murdering me Jones.' You joked. 'I was going to road trip with you and all.' He rolled his eyes and remained silent.

He had led you to a clearing, told you to wait there and then ran off.

'Jones.' you shouted. 'Jones, come back here. Stop messing this isn't funny.'

'Did you know that the inventor of the frisbee was cremated and turned into a frisbee when he died.'

You jumped and turned around, shocked at the new voice in the quiet forest. 'Sweet Pea? What are you doing here?'

'Did you know that 12 bodies were found in Benjamin Franklin’s basement? You wrote that when i was studying for History.' You looked down and saw in his hands a pile of papers. Napkins.

'Here's one of my favourites - Do you know how much a polar bear weighs? Enough to break the ice. I'm Y/N. That was one of the first notes you gave me, remember?' You nod. 'Well thing is, it was never 'only a couple of notes' to me. I really like you, or I think I like you from what you've said about yourself in the notes. Just tell me now, did I read it wrong? I know you're leaving, I just wanted you to know.' His voice remained strong throughout, but his eyes did not hold the same confidence.

'What about Josie?'

'What about Jughead?' he retorts but quickly breaks into a smile and shows he was joking. 'Me and Josie aren't a thing. We used to be. I really liked her, but she didn't like me and then last week she came and told me that she suddenly did. But I told her I have a thing for this amazing girl who knows too many pickup lines and facts about dinosaurs.'

'really?'

He cleared his throat and looked down at a piece of paper he pulled out of his pocket. 'do you have a band aid?' you look at him confused. 'because i scraped my knee falling for you.'

You break out in a smile and walk closer to him, reaching out to his hands and then running yours up his arms and resting them on his shoulders 'Maybe let's leave the pickup lines to me. What google search found you that one?'

He pulled you closer and wrapped his other hand around your waist. 'I searched -how to get the pretty, witty, lovely waitress to fall for me-.' You giggled and brought your hand to rest on his cheek. You saw pure adoration in his eyes and hoped he saw the same in yours. You lent in and gently placed your lips on his in a quick and innocent kiss. When you pulled back and opened your eyes, he was smiling the brightest smile.

A question came into your mind as you noticed all the napkins strewn across the floor, you looked up with him through your lashes with your head tilted and asked. 'Did you really keep all my notes?'

'Like I said Princess, they are more than just notes to me.'

You felt complete and knew that in a couple of hours you would be unloading all your stuff again back in Riverdale because there really was something to stay for.

[blueandgoldoffice]

Hey, sorry to be a bother but do you know one where jughead is looking through archie’s window at Betty but Archie thinks he is looking at Polly and tells Betty that ? Thanks so much xxx

Seriously, your not a bother. I LOVE this story. It’s SUPER cute. Happy Reading!  ❤️ Jandy

The blonde in the window by @sadie-quinn (1/1 - G)

Summary: High school senior Jughead Jones has a secret - he’s completely in love with his best friend Betty Cooper. When their mutual bestie Archie Andrews catches Jughead staring longingly at the Coopers, Jughead worries that someone has finally discovered the truth. Except, of course, until Archie mistakenly believes it’s Polly who Jughead loves. Suddenly Betty won’t even make eye contact with him in the hallways at school, but he can’t quite figure out what he’s done wrong. 

High school senior Betty Cooper has a secret - she’s completely in love with her best friend Archie Andrews. Until Archie comes to her with the news that their mutual bestie Jughead Jones has a crush on her older sister Polly. Suddenly she can’t breathe and she feels like her entire world is ending. Could it be that she’s been lusting after the wrong best friend the entire time?

[girlsloveamystery]

Jughead made his way down the long corridors, checking in on the different patients that weren't his, but he still knew through other therapists, before eventually ending up outside of Betty's room. Her door was closed partially, knowing she couldn't shut it all the way, and he heard soft music filtering through the crack in the door. God bless the child who is broken and bruised. God bless the child who just wants to be good.

He swallowed thickly, listening to the haunting lyrics for a moment before knocking gently on her door. "Betty?"

He heard her sniffle, watching as she wiped her hands underneath her eyes before looking up at him.

"Yeah, Jughead?" Betty asked softly, waving him inside. He pushed her door all the way open, taking a look around the room.

"Everything okay?" Jughead asked quietly, eyes falling to her arms that were exposed. Spotting the multiple scars crisscrossing across her skin, he sighed softly.

She nodded. "Fine. I'm just journaling." Betty tilted her head towards the leather-bound book sitting on her bed, pen resting gently on the page.

"This is a good song," he murmured, and she nodded.

"One of my favorites," she said, not offering up any other words.

"Want to talk about it in therapy?" Jughead asked, watching her carefully. She bit her lip, contemplating his offer, before nodding slowly.

"Sure," she exhaled.

XXX

Their session during her lunch was proving to be a bit of an eye opener for Jughead. He had settled himself into his seat after passing off her club sandwich to her. He watched as she stared at it for a moment before taking a bite of it directly as opposed to her normal way of tearing bits off. He smiled slightly, leaning back into his seat.

"So, your first week in Sweetwater Pines is under your belt," he said. "How do you feel?"

"Like my belt is suddenly needing to be loosened," she deadpanned, and he sighed.

"Why?" Jughead asked point-blank. "It's not like you've put on more than two pounds."

She shook her head. "Don't want to talk about it."

He studied her. "Something happen?"

He knew that the new patients had been able to make a call home the day before if they wanted; if they felt comfortable talking to anybody outside of the treatment facility. His gut told him that Betty wasn't allowed to avoid calling her parents, no matter how much she may wish otherwise.

"Talked to Alice last night," she said quietly, confirming his theory.

"What did she say, Betty?" Jughead asked quietly.

Betty shrugged. "Nothing new."

"Is that why you were listening to a song about wanting to be a good child?" Jughead probed gently, and she sighed, rubbing a hand over her face.

"What do you want me to say, Jughead?" Betty asked, voice sounding tired. "That she said some hurtful shit? Yeah, she did. Nothing I can't handle, though."

"But Betty, don't you see? You shouldn't have to handle her saying anything awful or hurtful to you in the first place," he insisted, wanting the woman to see just how wrong it was for a parent to make their child earn their love.

[snarkwrites]

13 | gangsta ; sweetpea

NOTES:

It's been a while. I've had these two chapters written for a while now but I haven't had time to sit down, edit them a little better and post them. Since I have time now, I thought I'd go ahead and do that, whether you guys asked for these next two chapters or not.

Sorry this took forever! Sorry I'm so slow, I've been settling into a new house and taking care of some IRL stuff / taking a little break. I swear, I'm going to update everything sooner or later. >.>

I love you guys.

WARNINGS:

NON/ LOOSE CANON COMPLIANCE - this is the biggest warning, so if you’re into things that follow exact canon plot you are… definitely not going to like this. ANGST & SLOW BURN, HEAVY SEXUAL TENSIONSTARTING NOW, ACTUALLY - this is just so everyone who started reading this thinking the smut would transpire in a hurry knows that apparently, it is not. VIOLENCE / SWEARING & FIGHTING, POSSIBLE UNDERAGE DRINKING AND OTHER SHENANIGANS- look.. it’s high school. shit happens. also apparently, my ofc Alyssa uses the word fuck like all the time?…EVENTUAL SEXUAL CONTENT / A VIRGIN ORIGINAL CHARACTER- this one is self explanatory. yes, i plan to write a smutty chapter in this at some point. when? i don’t rightly know. it’s got a while before we get there. STALKER TW - this chapter marks the true appearance of Alyssa's ex, Dave Novak. It's hinted heavily that he's a gross asshole who likes to play mind games. ATTEMPTED KIDNAPPING TW - This chapter contains an attempted kidnapping. If this is gonna bother you you're best off not reading it.

If you're under 18+, probably not a good or wise idea to continue reading this series. Because there are going to be a few dark and adult themes within. I'll warn here, of course, but you need to understand that I don't control you. If you continue to read after having read the warnings and you're upset or don't like something... Totally on you, friend.

PAIRING:

Andrews!Sibling OFC x Sweet Pea.

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THIRTEEN.

[773 - 589 - 7956] Quiet sleepy little town you’ve got here. I can see the appeal, scarlet.

[773 - 589 - 7956] I saw you last night. If I didn’t know what a treacherous bitch you were, I’d say you look more beautiful than ever.

[773 - 589 - 7956] Have you shown that new boytoy of yours all the dirty little photos you were sending me? I bet he’d fucking love to see that… Or did you actually let him see the real thing?

[773 - 589 - 7956] You can say what you want to the cops, scarlet. You and I both know you enjoyed sending me those dirty little pictures. Do your parents know what a teasing whore their daughter really is? I know mommy wasn’t too thrilled when you went running to her to snitch just because things got a little too real for you…

[773 - 589 - 7956] I’ll see you soon. It’s like I said, scarlet. You owe me. I intend to collect. You think this is a game? You can just promise things and then betray me like that? That’s not how this works, scarlet.

The second my phone was powered on again after school, it immediately started to go insane. The texts came in a flood. They were so disgusting and scary that I dropped my phone because my hands were shaking so hard I couldn’t hold it. I quickly picked up the phone and took a few deep breaths, attempting to pull myself together.

,, I can’t keep this to myself. I have to tell someone what’s going on.” the thought nagged at me for the thousandth time in two weeks and I decided that as soon as I finished my tutoring session for the day, I was going to go to the construction site and show my father the texts. Tell him that somehow, Dave was out of prison and apparently, he was here in Riverdale.

My stomach was churning and a bitter taste filled my mouth at the thought. I felt like a dead girl walking. How could I have been so fucking stupid? I should’ve told my father the first time Dave texted me. I should’ve done something.

I felt anger at the situation too. I came here to get away from everything, to put it behind me. I just wanted to forget any of it happened. How dare he show up and ruin everything? He was supposed to be in jail right now, not walking free!

It wasn’t fair.

I knew I’d never be brave enough, but I found myself thinking that if I did see him again, I wanted to strangle him. To give him a reason to be afraid of me for once instead of the other way around. To get even for the hell he put me through in Chicago.

I stepped out into the parking lot, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. Leaning against the brick wall beside the doors that lead into the building. Waiting. Trying to pull myself together. Half hoping that my brother was still here, still in wrestling practice.

Then I remembered that he didn’t have it tonight and that he’d left earlier with Veronica, Betty and Jughead.

Cheryl and Toni were already gone too. I’d stayed over because I was tutoring some kids in the grade below me. I didn’t think it’d take as long as it did. When I realized just how late it had gotten and that I’d be walking home alone in the dark, I’d panicked.

I could always call my dad.

That’s what I wound up doing. About halfway across the parking lot and just as my father’s phone went to voicemail , Dave stepped out and grabbed me, clamping his hand over my mouth before I could do anything other than scream.

My phone fell out of my hands and hit the pavement . I fought him off, managed to get out of his grasp and took off at a run. He caught up to me and grabbed me, trying to drag me towards his Chevelle that was parked nearby, idling. I fought tooth and nail, making as much noise as I could. Grabbing hold of anything I could to try and wrench myself free from his grasp.

I spotted Sweet Pea walking towards the school and I screamed louder. Fought harder.

“Sweet Pea!” I screamed his name, biting at any exposed skin I could get my mouth on Dave’s body. Clawing and scratching. Determined not to go quietly or without a fight. Sweet Pea disappeared from sight for a few seconds in the scuffle between Dave and I, and I was fighting so hard that Dave was struggling to keep a good firm grip on me…

XXX

He’d come back to school because normally, Alyssa was done and at Pop’s within thirty minutes, an hour tops. It had almost been two. Something felt off. Sweet Pea tried to tell himself the entire walk across town to Riverdale High that he was just being paranoid or overprotective. By the time the school was in view, he almost had himself convinced that he was just being a paranoid idiot.

Until he heard her screaming.

Sweet Pea took off at a run in the direction her scream came from, watching as a guy grabbed Alyssa and started trying to pull her towards an idling Chevelle nearby. He locked eyes with Alyssa before slipping out of sight. Getting himself into a position where he could slip up on the guy from behind and hopefully, distract him enough that Alyssa could get away.

The second she managed to smash her head into the guy’s nose hard enough that he dropped her, Sweet Pea spoke up. Firmly. “Run, Cherry. Don’t stop running.”

“No.” I stubbornly refused to leave. I wasn’t going to leave him to fight Dave off on his own. Not when this was my mess to begin with, my own stupidity coming back to bite me in my ass.

“Damn it, woman. Fucking go!” Sweet Pea practically growled as he lunged for the guy in front of him, spearing him against the side of his own car. The fight took to the ground, the two rolling around. For a second or two, Dave had the upper hand because he managed to get his hand on Sweet Pea’s throat. Sweet Pea used his legs, flipping them so that he was on top, swinging his fists with no real thought other than the sheer rage he felt about the guy trying to grab Alyssa. Dave managed to get the upper hand again, holding Sweet Pea against the concrete, Sweet Pea’s hand wrapped around his throat as he tried to squeeze harder.

Sweet Pea swore in frustration when he saw Alyssa slipping over to the open rear door. She emerged with a baseball bat, making her way over to the fight.

“What the fuck do you think you were gonna do, man?” Sweet Pea snarled in anger as he got in a few hard and fast punches.

“I was gonna get my hands on that little bitch you call a girlfriend and teach her a lesson.” Dave grunted out the words as Sweet Pea’s hand closed around his throat tighter and he managed to get Dave on his back again.

“The only one who’s going to learn a lesson tonight is you, asshole. Don’t fucking touch her.” Sweet Pea got the upper hand again, holding Dave against the concrete, smashing his head against Dave’s head as he sneered, “I’m gonna fuckin kill you, putting your hands on my girl.” and really tightened his grip.

Dave managed to shove him off and stood, the two of them fighting. Alyssa swung the bat at Dave’s lower back, almost connecting with it but Dave stepped out of the way at the last minute, making a grab for her.

“Cherry, I told you to run, damn it!” Sweet Pea growled as he lunged at Dave, sending Alyssa stumbling back, barely managing to keep herself from falling on her butt on the pavement. The two were rolling around on the ground again, punching and choking wildly and Alyssa spotted her cell phone and she dove for it, dialing 911.

Just as she was about to hit call, Sweet Pea choked Dave out and grabbed for the rope that had fallen out of Dave’s jacket pocket, tying his arms together while he was down. Then he rushed over to her, checking her over in concern, wincing at the pavement burn on her cheeks and the few scrapes.

“What the fuck happened to run, huh?” Sweet Pea asked, trying to catch his breath.

“I wasn’t leaving you here with him.” Alyssa panted. Sweet Pea took her cell phone and hit call, keeping his foot on Dave’s head to keep him down as he made the call.

Two minutes later, a cop car came racing around the corner and pulled to a stop behind the idling Chevelle.

The cop got out and wandered over. Glancing from Sweet Pea to Dave.

Alyssa spoke up.

“Sweet Pea was trying to save me, officer.”

“I’m going to need you two to come to the station and make statements.” the cop informed them after getting Dave into the back of the cop car. Alyssa nodded, hugging herself against Sweet Pea’s side. Sweet Pea slipped out of his leather jacket,draping it around her, because at some point during her fight with Dave, her shirt had gotten torn down the front.

The cop left, leaving the two of them alone.

Sweet Pea took a few deep breaths, pulling her against him. Squeezing her tight. Holding her in place. “Thank God I decided to come by here. If something would’ve happened…” he muttered against her hair quietly.

She pulled away to look up at him and he locked eyes with her, leaning in closer…

XXX

My heart was still hammering away at my chest. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and I was starting to panic a little as I began to realize what almost happened to me. How close I came to disappearing, having God knows what would be done to me by Dave.

I wasn’t thinking about how awkward me kissing him would be. I wasn’t thinking about anything if you want the truth. I rose up on my toes, grabbing hold of the front of Sweet Pea’s t-shirt, pulling myself up. My mouth brushed against the corner of his gingerly, trying to avoid the portion of his lower lip that was busted and bloody because it had to hurt like hell. His hands dug into my hips and he growled quietly, his mouth latching onto mine just as I went to pull away, stop myself before I went for it and kissed him in the heat of the moment.

The kiss deepened and I raised my arms, wrapping them around his neck. Dragging my fingers through his hair. My back met the side of the Chevelle with a soft smack and he pressed himself into me more firmly. His mouth continuing to hungrily devour mine.

The kiss broke a few seconds later, we pulled apart breathlessly and stared at one another in a daze. Sweet Pea wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and cleared his throat. Going quiet again.

All I could do was melt into him and try to wrap my head around what almost happened and what had just actually happened. He curled his fingers under my chin, tilting my face so that I had to look up at him.

“Who was that? Wait.. was that your ex?”

My jaw dropped. I blinked at him and then I nodded quietly. He swore under his breath and held on a little tighter. Pulling away again, his hands on my upper arms as he stared down at me. “I should’ve fucking killed him.”

“H-how’d you know about Dave? Did my brother tell you?”

“And Jughead. I don’t know everything. I just know that I told myself if I ever actually saw the asshole, I was going to kill him.” Sweet Pea answered quietly. Taking a few deep breaths and then adding a few seconds later, “We need to get to the station.”

I nodded in agreement. Sweet Pea scooped me up when he saw me take a step and wince, then try it again with the same outcome.

“I can walk.” I protested weakly.

“You fell. You probably twisted your ankle. Just… let me carry you, Cherry.” he muttered quietly, his voice a soft and concerned whisper as he gazed down at me.

All I could do was nod. Lean my head against the space between his neck and shoulder.

As we worked our way towards the police station, it poured out of me. Every single thing I’d gone through with Dave in Chicago. I grimaced as I told Sweet Pea exactly what had gone down and why I thought Dave had come to town and tried to grab me tonight and Sweet Pea’s jaw set firm.

I could tell that hearing it bothered him. And at one point, he muttered quietly, “If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to…”

“No, I need to get it out. I shouldn’t have kept the fact that the asshole was texting me to myself. Blocking his number obviously didn’t work because he reached out with a new one. I thought if I just ignored him, he’d lose interest. I thought it was just him, trying to scare me. I didn’t think he’d be stupid or brave enough to show up here.” I muttered, shaking my head at how stupid that sounded now that I was really stopping to think about it.

“He’s not gonna bother you again, okay? I’m going to make sure he doesn’t.” Sweet Pea muttered after a few seconds, just as we stepped into the station and made our way over to a sitting area to wait.

“You need to call your dad.” Sweet Pea spoke up after a few seconds that felt like hours.

I nodded. Taking my phone back from Sweet Pea, I dialed my dad’s number and I could hear the relief in his voice when he answered.

Static crackled and popped on his end of the line so I strained to hear.

“I’ve been riding around town looking for you for over an hour, tiny. What the hell happened?” my dad asked in a rush.

“Dave was waiting outside of the school tonight when I came out… If Sweet Pea hadn’t gotten there when he did I… he tried to grab me tonight, Dad.” I grimaced as I said it, bracing myself for all the questions and the lecture I knew I’d be getting because I hadn’t told anyone the second all this started.

,, to be fair, I definitely deserve it.” the thought came and I let myself have it. Leaning back in the chair, resting against Sweet Pea’s side slightly. Taking a few deep breaths.

My dad swore and I heard him punching at something, probably the dashboard of his truck. After a second or two, he spoke up. “Where are you two? I’m on my way, tiny. Right now.”

“We’re at the station giving a statement.” I explained.

“Thank god. So Novak got arrested? That’s good. I’m going to be sure to find out what I can do to make sure that little prick stays in a cell this time.” my dad responded as I heard him rev the engine on his truck.

The call ended and I leaned my head against Sweet Pea’s shoulder. He slipped an arm around me and took a few more breaths as if he were trying to calm himself down again because he was still angry and tense.

The cop who made the arrest found us and ushered us back to his workspace and we sat down. Telling the cop every single detail of what happened tonight. The cop let me finish and then spoke up.

“We’re holding him for Chicago. He apparently escaped. Attacked another girl… A Claire Watson… Then he came here. But everything you’ve told me will help keep him behind bars, Alyssa. Do you have a parent you can call?”

I nodded.

“She already called him.” Sweet Pea answered calmly as he folded his arms over his chest and glared at the cop suspiciously.

The cop eyed him, nodding. Managing a cordial smile. “That was quick thinking on your part tonight kid. Also stupid as hell. If he’d had a weapon, that could’ve gone wrong. Next time, call the station.”

“And do what? Let an asshole make off with my girl? Yeah, no thanks. I’m good. I’ve seen how fast you assholes respond to any call you get from the South side.”

“Not all of us are bad, kid.” the cop pointed out in a calm and even tone.

“Yeah, well… I wasn’t going to stand there and let him take my girl either. I did what I had to do.” Sweet Pea took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead. Calming himself back down.

I spotted my father and Archie coming into the station, heading right for us and I let out a ragged breath. Squeezing my dad so tight he almost couldn’t breathe when they got over to where we were sitting in the back.

My father spoke up, addressing the cop. “We will be pressing charges. So, whatever I need in order to do that, just tell me and you’ve got it.”

Sweet Pea cleared his throat.

“If it helps, here’s her phone.” Sweet Pea held my phone out to the policeman and he took it, nodding. “If there’s anything on here, that’ll help. If you’ll come with me, Mr. Andrews, we’ll get that paperwork drawn up to start the proceedings.”

My dad gave me another hug and stopped in front of Sweet Pea. “If you hadn’t been there tonight, kid… Thank you.”

“I wasn’t gonna let anything happen to her, sir.” Sweet Pea muttered, awkwardly letting my dad hug him too.

My dad made his way to an office with the policeman who’d taken our statements and I glanced up at Sweet Pea, grimacing at the bruises and scraped starting to form on his face and neck. The black eye and the busted lip.

“Archie, can you go get some ice or a soda can? His lips really swelling up..” I muttered. My brother nodded, taking some change from me to go do it. And this left Sweet Pea and I alone again.

“About that kiss.. I’m sorry, I.. the last thing I wanted to do was make anything awkward. I just got caught up in the moment and I can’t keep fighting the way I feel and I… Sorry.” I spoke up quietly. Prepared to give him an out. Afraid that I’d gone way over the line.

“Yeah, about that… I’ve been wanting to do it for a while.” Sweet Pea admitted quietly. Making me look up at him as he chuckled quietly. “You wanna repeat any of what you just said?”

I felt my cheeks burning. I pouted up at him and gave him a dirty look.

He smirked in response and spoke up. “I’m being serious. You were doing that mumble and babbling thing again.”

“You heard me.” I answered, biting my lip as I looked up at him.

“A little, yeah… But maybe I wanna hear it again, cherry.” he pulled me close and gazed down at me for a few seconds.

“Wait.. you wanted to kiss me?” I realized what he’d admitted. Gazing up at him, a little shocked.

“You’re trying to change the subject now?” he questioned, slipping his arms around me. I gave a soft laugh and muttered quietly, “Maybe a little.”

“When you say you can’t ignore the way you feel.. What’s that mean?” he questioned again, making me look up at him. I took a deep breath and toyed with the front of his shirt, trying to figure out the best way to put it to words.

The truth. Simple and direct.

“I care about you a lot. I lo--” I started to say that I loved him, but Archie cleared his throat behind us, holding out the soda can to me. Then promptly excusing himself again to go find our dad. I gently guided Sweet Pea down into a chair and sank down to sit on his knees. Gingerly pressing the cold soda can against his lip. And after a second or two, I finally got myself to say it again. “I love you, okay?”

He chuckled quietly. Locking eyes with me. Lowering the soda can to ask quietly, “Like a best friend or something.. Right?”

I shook my head. “More than, actually. Since that day at the car wash when I drenched you with the hose, I’ve… It’s been hard to make myself not look for you in a crowd. Yes, yes.. I know this is mushy and you don’t do mushy, I..” his mouth crashing against mine cut off the flow of my words and he muttered in a daze, “Say it again. Tell me you love me, Cherry.”

“I love you.” I managed to get the words out breathlessly. His mouth was latching onto mine all over again. The kiss deepening. His arms enveloping me tighter. Squeezing til I thought I’d get lightheaded between the deep and heavy onslaught of kisses and the way he was holding me.

“I love you too.” he mumbled quietly. Gazing down at me. Panting for his next breath as the kiss broke yet again.

“Okay, are you two done with whatever yet? Because dad told me to get Al back home. You can come with us if you want.” Archie surprised me by inviting Sweet Pea. Sweet Pea eyed him and nodded, standing after I’d finally managed to pry myself away from him.

As we walked out of the station, he slipped his hand down between us, lacing his fingers between mine. Giving my hand a squeeze as he glanced down at me.

[moons2stars]

The morning of his eighteenth birthday is cold and rainy. He can hear the pitter pattering rain on the trailer roof as he wakes up. He remembers the date and looks on his wrist. For a moment he lets himself hope despite his distaste towards soul marks that maybe he has fifty or sixty years to find his soulmate. The moment of hope diminishes and is replaced with dread swirling through his gut when he sees the black writing on his wrist.

One morbid date.

One terrifyingly final date on his wrist, and an initial in dainty little letters. He’s almost afraid they would blow away with the delicacy of them yet they are so final and so lethal.

X • XXX • MMXX

EC

He had exactly a year and twenty eight days to find his soulmate.

On October, 30th, 2020, his soulmate would die if he didn’t find them by then.

Or, In a world where you get your soulmate's date of death on your wrist, Jughead and Betty find each other amidst trying circumstances.

Read chapter one here

A special thanks to the amazing and wonderful @velvetsugarbabexo​ for being my beta, and letting me bounce off my crazy ideas to her. She made it possible. Thanks, love <3

Written for @riverdalebingo​ for Summer 2020- Soulmate AU- Betty/Jughead-M- Angst and eventual smut-  3,268 words

[martinilesbian]

i cannot do this they gave barchie and jughead x tabitha like two eps before being like lol bitch u thought? nah we’re reverting to the two original annoying het pairings bc we have never heard of change or growth xxx

[jasmine2042003]

Sweet Pea x Reader - Serpents and Flames - pt 1

Welcome to my newest story! This is a Riverdale Sweet Pea x reader story. WARNING: This could get dark BUT I never end a story in a sad way! Enjoy! Xxx

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Jughead pov

The metal detector started beeping as I walked through, “It’s the pins on my hat,” I said sighing, the guard telling me to take it off and go again, which I did with little resistance. “Forsythe Pendleton Jones the third.” I heard, looking up at a camera flash and the voice, I saw a girl about my age with pink hair, tan skin and wearing a leather jacket. I looked at her in confusion, “Uh, it’s Jughead actually.” I told her, she smiled and introduced herself as Toni Topaz.

We walked through the halls of Southside High, which seemed to be decorated with graffiti, garbage and what looked to be a shrine. I stopped in front of it, causing Toni to stop as well. “What’s that?” I asked, there was a picture of a family, a burly man with sleeve tattoos, a woman with a delicate smile and a little girl with a big grin on her face and cheery (e/c) eyes. Toni looked at me in confusion, “That’s the (l/n) family,” She told me, as if it was obvious.

I nodded, “Well, what happened, why is this like, a shrine?” I asked and her confusion turned to shock. “You really don’t know?” She asked me, I shook my head and Toni sighed, “I thought your dad would have told you about them.” I shook my head again and asked her to explain. We walked over to the shrine, there were snakes decorating what used to be a water fountain, there were flowers, both dead and alive and what seemed to be letters surrounding the family photo.

“The (l/n)’s were Serpent Royalty,” She started with a small frown, “They had been in the gang for generations, almost since the beginning. All of them married Serpents, their children became Serpents, then their children became Serpents. Until one night, a little over five years ago.” We looked at the photograph once again, “(f/n) and (m/n) were murdered in their own home,” She told me, causing me to look up in shock, “We don’t know who did it, but whoever they were didn’t leave (y/n) a chance.” 

“(y/n)?” I asked, Toni nodded and pointed at the small girl in the center of the picture. She had (h/l), (h/c) hair, sparkling (e/c) eyes and (s/t) skin, she had her arms wrapped around her father’s waist, her mother had a hand on her head and they looked happy. “She was twelve when it happened, she had just been initiated but the killer set the house of fire, with her still in it.” I looked at Toni, fear and utter disbelief written across my face. 

“The Sheriff wrote it off as some crazy junkie and the family just living in the wrong house. But the Serpents have a different theory.” I motioned for her to continue, “(y/n) was supposed to become Serpent Queen, she had already been initiated and was going to take over when she was eighteen, the Serpents think someone wanted to destroy that chance and take over themselves.” I had no clue this had happened. Why didn’t anyone report it? Why didn’t dad tell me?

“Because your dad was (f/n)’s right hand, everyone thought he did it,” I was about to protest when she raised a hand and cut me off, “But even he and (y/n) were close, FP loved her like his own. We still don’t know what happened and nobody actually found (y/n)’s body, so people think she escaped or just died somewhere else. Today was actually her initiation day. She would be about our age by now.” She told me, wistfully stroking a finger over the photo of the young family.

“Anyway,” She said, walking through the halls and leading me to a different area of the school that seemed to be the cafeteria. “Here in the cafetorium,” She started, beginning to point at different tables, “Ghoulies sit over there,” There was a group of teenagers wearing studded jackets, “Rival gang, drug dealers, street racers, rumours of cannibalism.” I guess she saw the look on my face because she told me not to ask. 

“And we sit over there. With the Serpents.” She told me, walking over to a table of teens wearing the Serpent jacket, a leather jacket with a snake emblem on the back. I stopped walking, “You’re a Southside Serpent?” I asked, she looked at me like it was obvious, “Why do you think I volunteered to give you the tour?” She asked, so she only offered to help me around because I was FP’s son. 

I told her that I was going to sit on my own, “I’m confused,” She told me, “Aren’t you like, a Serpent by blood? The son of FP Jones?” She asked me, I told her that I self-identified as a loner. “I’m just going to put my head down and try and get through this, okay?” I told her, she moved closer to me and spoke a little quieter, “Hey, you wanna get through this, you should hang with the Serpents. If the Ghoulies get a whiff that you’re alone, they’ll make you their bitch faster than you can say American History X.” She told me, before walking off to the Serpent table.

I spent the rest of the day trying to keep my head down, aside from speaking up in English class. Me and Toni were in the Red and Black’s office, when the door opened, revealing a group of Serpents. The guy at the front of the group, Sweet Pea, walked up, he had dark hair and eyes and was pretty tall, he was kind of intimidating. “Topaz. Let’s bounce.” He said, “Jones, wanna come with? We’re going to the quarry.”

I refused, telling him I don’t have my beach bod yet. He scowled and looked rather offended, “What? You’ll ask for help from the Serpents, but you won’t hang with us? Don’t come crawling to us, hat in hand, when some Ghoulie decides to earn his stripes by taking out FP Jones’ kid.” He told me. I looked up at him in defiance.

“Duly noted. Thank you, Sweet Pea. I appreciate what you and the Serpents have done for me and my dad. I do. But I’m done. Okay? No more favours coming your way.” I told him, squaring up as he started walking up to me. Toni stopped him with a hand pressing against his chest. “Hey, hey! He made up his mind, okay? Take the hint, Sweet Pea. He’s just not that into you.” Sweet Pea backed down and looked at Toni.

“We can’t go to the quarry anyway, remember?” He looked down at her, first in confusion, but then it melted into realisation. I looked at them questioningly, “Today is (y/n)’s memorial,” Toni told me, earning a gentle slap on the shoulder from Sweet Pea, “What? He’s FP’s kid, he should know.” Sweet Pea just rolled his eyes and turned and left. Toni left soon after and they headed to who knows where. (y/n) (l/n), who are you?

3rd pov

Sweet Pea, Toni Topaz and Fangs Fogarty walked into the bustling but melancholy atmosphere of the Whyte Wrym, ready for the young Serpent’s memorial service. Drinks were being served by Hog Eye at the bar, everyone crowding around to see him and watch the bartender give a speech. 

“Five years ago, (y/n) (l/n) was initiated and became a fully fledged Serpent, she received her tattoo but was unable to receive her jacket. Her time with the Serpents was too short lived, she was a bright young girl and would have become a wonderful leader if she was given the chance. I remember when she would come into the Wrym with her mom and dad, her smile lit up the room and her laugh was constant.” The older Serpents who remembered (y/n) smiled and nodded in agreement to the bartender’s speech.

Nobody paid any attention to the teenage girl with a neck tattoo entering the bar. “Please join me in raising a glass to the (l/n)’s and (y/n), in hope that they finally saw peace where the are now.” Hog Eye finished, raising his glass and being followed by everyone else, including the Young Serpent Trio. Everyone looked to Tall Boy, the temporary leader of the Serpents, who held a leather jacket with the Serpent patch. 

It obviously didn’t belong to a child, every year since the original jacket was made, it has been sized up to match how big (y/n) would be. They hung the jacket above the bar, where it always was. “Allow me to say, that was beautiful.” Someone said from the back of the room, causing everyone to turn and look towards the door. There was a teenage girl, who looked oddly familiar.

(h/l), (h/c) hair. (e/c) eyes. A gentle smile. And a snake with two heads, tattooed onto her neck. Hog Eye walked over to the girl, looking into her eyes, “I could have sworn...” He started, his voice fading away, “You look just like her.” He muttered. She smiled and nodded, “I am her, Uncle Hog Eye.” She told him, causing the man to stumble back in shock, shaking his head. She raised her hands gently, trying to calm him.

“I know it’s odd, but please believe me, I’ll do a DNA test if you want me to,” She said chuckling. The older Serpents’ eyes lit up at the laugh, it was just like it used to be. Nobody noticed the current leader’s eyes widening, but not in happiness, in complete and utter shock, he turned and swiftly left the bar. 

Barking was heard from outside the bar, the door being opened as the previously tethered Hot Dog ran in and jumped on the stranger. Giggling rang out as the shaggy dog slobbered all over the girl he’d knocked to the floor, “Hi Hot Dog, it’s good to see you buddy!” Everyone looked at the girl, some in confusion, others in nostalgia. One of the older Serpents spoke up, “If Hot Dog knows her, we have to give her the chance.” Hog Eye nodded and helped the girl up, leading her to a back room.

(y/n) pov

I had missed Hog Eye, Hot Dog, FP, everyone. I knew they would be hesitant, I mean, I’ve been presumed dead for five years. Hog Eye led me into a back room behind the bar, there were crates of alcohol around the room and he offered me a seat on one. “What should I call you stranger?” He asked me, I knew he would do something like this, trying to trip me up. I smiled and told him, “Why not call me (n/n),” I told him, using the nickname he called me as a child.

He looked at me shocked, his eyes welling up in tears, “It really is you.” He whispered, I smiled and walked over, hugging around his waist, my head lying on his shoulder. Uncle Hog Eye had always been the strong silent type so this was odd. “What happened?” He asked me, sitting down on the crate with me. I sighed.

“I woke up in the middle of the night, it was blisteringly hot and there was fire everywhere,” I told him quietly, “I didn’t hear anything before that, I didn’t see who did it,” Liar. “I managed to climb out of the window, I burned myself up a little though,” I stood up and lifted my shirt to reveal my ribs and stomach on my left side, the same side of my tattoo. Hog Eye’s eyes widened and he trailed his fingers along the burn scars that ran up my body. If my nickname wasn’t evidence enough, I think this was. 

“I climbed into the tree next to the house, fell and fractured my leg. I knew I couldn’t stay and risk the jackass coming back and finishing the job, I was scared Uncle Hog Eye.” I told him, feeling his arm around my shoulder, gently squeezing me. “I limped halfway to Greendale before I blacked out. Luckily for me, there was a doctor driving home, Gareth Smith, he managed to get me to hospital and I made a full recovery, he is now my guardian.” I told him.

“Well, why come back?” He asked, causing me to give him a hurt look, “Not that you’re not welcome, of course you are (n/n), but it seemed like you had a good life.” I smiled and sighed. I did have a good life, but it wasn’t the right one. I explained my thoughts aloud.

“I was living a good life, sure. But it wasn’t the one I was born for, I knew it was time to come home.” I told him, “And I don’t care if the killer of my parents is still here, I am the rightful heir of the Serpents and I intend to take back my throne.” I told him, my eyes going cold at the memory of the bastard that ruined my life. I know exactly who did it and they will pay.

Flashback~

I picked up the phone, waiting for the man behind the glass to do the same. He looked at me confused as he did so, but FP picked up the phone nonetheless. “Do I know you?” He asked me, I smiled and showed him my neck, I knew that when I was younger, I was the only one who had their tattoo on their neck.

“(y/n)?” He whispered, I smiled and nodded, “You have the same smile, but you should be...” His voice faded and I gave a wry grin, “Dead.” I told him, causing him to flinch. I nodded, “Its fine,” I explained to him my story, including who I knew it was. He looked at me shocked. “Tall Boy?” He asked, I nodded, “Are you sure?” He asked quietly.

I nodded again, “Positive, I saw him with a can of gasoline, running from my house, I might have been twelve, but I wasn’t stupid.” He nodded solemnly. “Don’t do anything when you’re out, I can help you get out, but promise me, you won’t do or mention anything.” 

We had made an agreement, “I’ll see you at home FP.” I told him. The plans have been made.

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Thank you for reading part one of my new series, I hope you enjoyed it!

[crazymisscarly]

I really want to know more about the Stonewall Tapes👀👀

Omg.. strap yourself in. Like 2 posts ago I said I usually steer clear of writing graphic smut. Well… turns out that wasn’t always true and I completely forgot about my vague attempt to write the actual detailed scene of what Brett caught on camera in Jughead’s dorm room 🙈🙈🙈🙈 When I initially started writing Tapes of Us, I had the intention of writing a tie-in, xxx version of called The Stonewall Tapes - that is, purely a fic that showed ALL the tapes Brett made that were referenced in the fic. (I think there were 3 or something in the end?). Also, the BDSM-type tape that got recorded in their bedroom was going to make an appearance as a bonus scene. I never finished it though, I think I freaked myself out and felt like I was spying on Bughead myself by writing it 🤣🤣 it just felt a bit icky to me. I do actually technically reference the contents of The Stonewall Tapes several times throughout Tapes of Us - like when Betty sees it, when Ethel shows it to Polly, and when Kevin tells Jughead the Bulldogs think he’s a God for going down on Betty for twenty minutes :’) 

Tapes of Us took a darker direction I didn’t anticipate when I started out, though, so I didn’t think The Stonewall Tapes was appropriate anymore and promptly forgot about its existence until today. In any case, writing smut in its pure form just really isn’t my style. I don’t think I write it particularly well, and I want to make sure I’m proud of what I post on the official fanfic pages. I also don’t know how I feel about having just straight up sex fics on my ao3 page because I have a chronic fear that my relatives will see them (even though they are sick of me and my Riverdale shit). 

Here on tumblr, however… 

this might need a trigger warning - Jughead briefly thinks about Betty being traumatised by Edgar Evernever trying to lobotomise her and that whole being tied to a hospital bed thing.  

Thanksgiving – 4x07

“Hey, I was thinking maybe if the storm clears up by tomorrow morning, that we could go home for the weekend.” Jughead leaned a little closer to Betty.

“Sure. In the meantime, how… how will we stay warm tonight?” she smirked, and Jughead immediately noted the cheeky glint in her eyes.

Jughead gave his girlfriend a sly smile as he pushed all the candy wrappers to the floor. Betty let the blanket fall off her shoulders and placed her hands on Jughead’s arms as he pulled her on top of him. Her laughter was the only sound in the room as he started kissing down her neck. The giggling continued as he slid her shirt up and over her head, but as he returned his mouth to her neck and his lips made their way further down, to the top of her now-exposed breasts, the laughter died off and became sighs of pleasure.

The sounds Betty was making ignited a primal urge in Jughead, and he wrapped one arm around Betty’s back to hold her against his chest as he flipped their positions, settling between her legs as she laughed again. She bit her lip and rolled her hips against his, her eyes glistening with desire. 

He pulled off his own shirt, dislodging his beanie in the process and tossed them both aside. Betty pulled him back down and their mouths connected in a feverish kiss. Heat started to build up in Jughead’s abdomen as Betty’s tongue slid into his mouth. Her hands trailed down from his face to the side of his neck, then shoulders, then up his back and down around his stomach – exploring his body in a way she hadn’t been able to for a while.

Jughead was suddenly very conscious of the fact that they were alone, with no parents or siblings to overhear or walk in on them… sure, it had been a few weeks since they’d had sex, but it had been even longer since they’d had sex without needing to be quiet. The thought turned him on almost as much as the feel of her hands – which were now sliding deliciously over the front of his plaid pyjama pants.

Jughead groaned into Betty’s mouth and reluctantly disentangled his lips and tongue from hers. He kissed down her neck, and then further down her chest, pausing briefly to tease and lick her nipples. She ran her hands through his hair as she panted and wrapped her legs around his hips.

He trailed his own fingers through Betty’s hair so he could get a grip on it then tugged her head back. He slid his tongue up her chest to the place her neck joined her shoulder and swirled patterns around it. She moaned as Jughead ground into her.

Things were heating up so fast between them that Jughead barely noticed the frigid coldness in the air anymore. He ground his hips against Betty again, this time pressing his whole body onto her and pinning her down experimentally. Her eyes were closed now, and she seemed overwhelmed with the building pleasure.

Jughead’s thoughts were becoming a lot less rational with the feel of Betty’s bare chest against his own, so he decided that if he was going to put his plan for Betty in place, he needed to do so while he could still think straight.

He shifted so he could kneel above her and start kissing her chest again, then further down, onto her belly and the skin above the top of her pants. She unwrapped her legs – now around his back – to let him slowly pull her pyjama pants down and toss them across the room.

He looked her in the eyes as he went back to trailing kisses from her belly button to her hip. She shivered as he took some of the lace of her underwear between his teeth and roughly dragged them down her legs. She huffed out a quick laugh and he smirked up at her, her underwear still between his teeth. He winked at her before he flung them aside with a flick of his head.

Betty reached for him with her hands outstretched. Jughead laced his fingers through Betty’s and locked them in place, enjoying the warmth and planting another feverish kiss on her lips. He kept his grip on her hands as he abruptly shifted and dipped his head between her thighs. 

“Juggie…” Betty moaned as she closed her eyes again, her head falling back against the pillows. Jughead swirled his tongue against her expertly – two years with Betty Cooper and Jughead knew her body almost as well as he knew his own. He used his lips, his tongue, his teeth – and eventually his fingers, feeling his confidence building as Betty moaned and gasped. He knew by now exactly what turned her on, what wound her up, and what would get her off… and he used it to his advantage, licking and sucking until he could feel her starting to come undone. 

“I’m so close, Juggie.” Her hands moved into his hair and she tugged on it. The feeling gave him a jolt of excitement. He knew what she wanted – his mouth back on her mouth and him inside her… but he had other ideas.

He moved his mouth to place kisses along her thighs, down towards her knees, then back up to circle her centre with his tongue again. She groaned and tugged on his hair.

“Jug… stop teasing me… I need you.” Her sweet voice – now breathy and husky with desire – was enough to make the muscles in his stomach tighten. But not enough to distract him from his goal. 

He kissed back up her stomach, and she sighed with relief – then he moved his mouth back down again. He slipped two of his fingers into her and bit his lip to stop himself from groaning at how wet she was for him. He kissed her thighs, satisfied with the noises coming from her mouth and she twitched and ground her hips against his hand.

“Oh God, Jughead, please… please.”

He slid his hands up to her breasts and went right back to kissing her thighs. Betty’s chest was moving up and down in time with her heavy breathing. Her eyes were on his now, and Jughead almost lost his nerve with the look she was giving him. Her green eyes were almost animalistic in their desire for him, and he grew impossibly harder as he slid his tongue against her again.

“What… oh my God don’t stop... ahh... Juggie what are you doing?” Betty was struggling to form coherent sentences. He’d removed his mouth just as her legs were starting to shake, and she gripped his shoulders so tight her nails were starting to dig into the skin.

He kissed her left hip bone, right on top of her Serpent tattoo. “Have you ever heard of edging, Betts?” he moved back up and kissed her neck; she wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him closer. She locked her legs around his waist and ground her hips up against him. He couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped his mouth. “No, not yet.” He held her hips down to stop her from grinding against him in the best kind of way. 

Betty took a few gulping breaths. “Edging… right… um… I think so, maybe?” she kissed his neck and sucked on the skin.

Jughead leaned into her touch for a moment, savouring the feel of her warm skin. He kissed her again and held himself up with his forearms. Jughead thought the time to enact his plan was now or never, because he was fast losing his resolve the more Betty kissed and sucked on his neck. Making out with your naked girlfriend was a dangerous game to play if you were trying not to have sex. 

Jughead readied himself for her reaction. “Hey Betty…” he kissed her neck and ran a hand up to her chest. “Can I tie your hands to my bed frame…” he kissed her jaw. “and go down on you until you’re completely undone?” he all but whispered the last part in her ear.

Betty’s breathing hitched, and she pulled back a bit to look into his eyes. Jughead was completely prepared for her to reject his request. It didn’t matter to him whether she accepted his proposition or not, but their sex life had been entirely vanilla for six months, and he knew Betty’s tastes were usually a little spicier. Not that Jughead cared, he was entirely satisfied with their relationship – both sexually and emotionally – but was always more than willing to indulge Betty in any of her sexual escapades.

Jughead knew the reason Betty didn’t want to be dominated lately wasn’t because she didn’t like it… rather, it was because she was scared. Honestly, he thought she was probably traumatised to the point of needing therapy, but Jughead was no psychiatrist. But he was her boyfriend, and if he could ease her back into being comfortable with her experimentation with kink, then the least he could do was try. And she seemed to be responding positively to his own experimentation so far…

Betty audibly swallowed and turned her head to the side. Jughead wondered if she was thinking about the last time she was tied to a bed. Was she remembering the restraints Edgar Evernever had forced her into, the ones she had struggled against before he forced a mask onto her face to knock her out while she screamed? 

Jughead laid down beside her and put one hand in her hand. With the other he stroked his fingers through her hair and kissed her cheek. “I don’t know, Jughead.” She finally whispered.

“That’s okay, Betts. We don’t have to.” Jughead kissed her on her lips and put his arms around her to pull her half on top of him. They stayed like this for a couple of minutes; just kissing. Heated, passionate kisses – but just kisses. Betty wound her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

“Mmm… okay.” Betty whispered.

Jughead laid his head next to hers on his pillow. “Yeah?” he placed a hand on her hip. “You’re okay with that?”

Betty looked into his eyes. “Yeah…” she placed one of her hands on his cheek. “I trust you.” She ran her fingers down his chest, pausing only to play with the elastic of his pyjama pants. “Also, if you don’t make me come soon,” she leaned closer to Jughead and her hot breath on his ear made him groan, “I just might implode.”

Jughead grinned and quickly jumped off the top bunk, he found his red uniform tie, then paused as he saw Betty’s hair elastic in

---- aaaaand that’s all I got up to. the plan was that they have a rather successful experimentation with kink, and the next chapter would have been betty asking jughead to choke her, which as i’m sure anyone who’s read the first few chapters of tapes of us will remember doesn’t go well because they lack experience. i’m really not nearly as well-versed in the BDSM world as I think I am, so it’s probably for the best that I abandoned this fic :’) still, i can always cringe fondly at The Stonewall Tapes. 

[soyforramen]

ooooo 17 and/or 28 for bughead

I am so terribly glad tumblr does not date these, because I have no idea how long I’ve been sitting on this draft. Regardless, here goes:

xxx

“Bite me, Jones,” Betty snapped. She screwed her eyes shut and breathed deeply as she counted to ten. No one in Riverdale could get under her skin like he could. And he knew it.

“Make me, Cooper.”

Betty curled her lip and turned away from Jughead Jones and his stupid smirk and his stupid hat. She knew from the start that this whole idea was inane. But because it was Archie’s last birthday in Riverdale, and because she and Jughead were Archie’s best friends, she’d said yes to Jones’ stupid idea to throw a surprise party. 

For whatever reason, it hadn’t occurred to Betty that Archie might want a birthday party. Over the years they’d fallen into such a routine it almost felt too close to sacrilege to change. The day before Archie’s birthday, he and Jughead would disappear to spend all day gorging on junk food and video games until it came time for a midnight creature feature at the Bijou. The day of, Archie would spend his birthday with his parents as Mrs. Andrews always made a point to come back to Riverdale on his birthday. The next following was Betty’s, and it had become their tradition to find new trails to hike around Sweetwater River only to end their day at Pop’s with burgers and shakes.

It was a custody arrangement they’d all been more than happy with ever since Betty had proclaimed her hatred of Jughead Jones in the second grade for making Ethyl cry because he ran away from her the entire week of Valentine’s. And despite Archie’s numerous attempts over the years at a tentative truce, neither Betty nor Jughead could stand the sight of each other for too long.This year, however, Jughead decided to buck the system.   

With a party.   

For Archie.   

Only one week to plan it.  

Together.

When Jughead had first mentioned it, Betty assumed he’d do what everyone else did when it came to these things: tell Betty his vision and let her handle everything while still getting partial credit for having come up with the idea in the first place. But apparently she’d underestimated him. Not only had he come up with the idea for a party, he also wanted to help plan it. 

Normally Betty would jump at the chance for any sort of event planning help. She’d had to beg, borrow, and blackmail to get any actual help to put together Homecoming and the Spring Formal . And now she had a ready, willing participant who came with his own ideas as to how this party should go.It was as if Fate itself were determined to prove the old adage, ‘Be careful what you wish for.’(Fate, too, could bite her.)The ultimate problem, though, was not the fact that it was Jones’ proposing and helping plan the party. It was not that they both wanted to outdo each other in a childish attempt to prove their superior friendship with Archie. The problem was she had to interact with Jones’ to get this done. It was the most she’d ever had to interact with him since they’d sat at the same square of tables in elementary school and it was a reminder why she’d avoided him ever since. Every idea she had was countered by his own; every suggestion was met with scepticism and budgeting concerns; every minute detail picked apart. Their tastes were too far apart on music, food, and decorations along with everything else it took to plan a party. He was far too sarcastic, too caustic for her. She was too nice, too blithe for his. It was mutual loathing that frustrated Betty every time she had to see him in the hallways. And now she’d agreed to spend most of her free time with him for a week.Archie better fucking love this damn party.

xxx

Monday Morning: 4 Days til B-Day

Today was not Betty Cooper’s day. She’d forgotten about the essay due in History class because she’d been consumed with scholarship applications and making decorations for Polly’s wedding. She’d dropped a beaker of acid on her shoes in lab class and now had to wander around in the ugliest, grossest pair of crocs the school’s lost and found had to offer. And to top it all off, her hair tie had snapped in gym class, leaving her hair in a tangle of waves that drew attention from everyone for just how messy it was.It took all she had not to skip school for the first time in her life. The only thing stopping her was the inevitable lecture she knew would be waiting at home. If Betty ruined her perfect attendance record three months before graduation, the fit her mother would throw would surely top the one when Polly told her she was unwed and pregnant.And when the tumbler on her locker stuck, it was all she could do not to scream. Finally the lock popped off and the door slammed into its neighbor.“Party planning going well?” Kevin asked from behind. He leaned against the locker bank and leveled all the magnets that had fallen to the bottom of the door.“Yes, actually. That’s the problem,” Betty snapped. She threw her textbooks into the locker, already digging through the three and a half years worth of junk for a hair tie. “I’d say that’s less of a problem, and more of a shoe in to finally free all that hair Jones’ has been hiding from us,” Kevin said with a Hello Kitty magnet suspended between his thumb and forefinger. When Betty rolled her eyes, he clicked his tongue. “Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it. The UST between you two has been at peak level for at least two years.”Betty heaved out a sigh and reached for the top shelf. She tried to imagine herself someplace relaxing and far, far away from here. One of those Swedish spas Veronica was always gushing about. A sunny beach with no one around. An automotive shop that worked exclusively on muscle cars made by Corvette and Ford between 1958 and 1972 somewhere south of Paris, France.“Of course it’s a problem, Kev. It means that not only is he a complete and total asshole, he’s also a competent and capable asshole,” Betty huffed. She grabbed her history book out of her bag and threw it into the locker hard enough to rattle the mirror on the back. “At least you now won’t have to split all your free time between the paper, the party, and practice for the Vixens.”As much as Betty loved him, sometimes she hated how Kevin could always find a positive in every situation and how desperately she hated the fact that Veronica had decided to attend a prep school for her senior year.“We forgot about Veronica,” Betty gasped. Prior frustrations forgotten, Betty tapped away on the screen. Between event planning and the massive extracurricular load her mother insisted on, Betty hardly had any time to think about what she’d get for Archie. There was no way Veronica would forget something as important as Archie’s birthday, but if there was on thing that could throw a wrench into this plan it would be Veronica sweeping Archie off his feet to the Bahamas last minute.Veronica’s reply was almost instantaneous with a string of hearts, followed by several texts grilling Betty for more information about Archie’s relationship status, Riverdale gossip, and whether Betty had finally found herself a boyfriend.Absorbed by her phone, Betty closed her locker and walked to class, Kevin walking beside to her and telling Betty which was the best gossip to pass along to Veronica. As the bell rang, Betty tucked her phone into her jacket pocket and laid out everything she needed for class. Late as usual, Jughead slouched by her on his way to the corner of the room. “Nice hair, Cooper,” he muttered as he passed. “Very Diana Dors today.”Betty’s cheeks went red and her hands flew up to smooth down her hair. She’d been so focused on her conversation with Veronica that the hair tie had been completely forgotten.Kevin leaned across his desk and whispered, “Hashtag: Free the Beanie.”

Xxxxx

Tuesday Afternoon - Party Countdown: Day 3

Betty’s phone chimed on the couch beside her. When she saw who it was from, she groaned. They’d just talked after school about the decorations, and she thought they’d come to an agreement. Jughead, however, seemed to differ.“Beans for brains again?” Cheryl asked, eyes glued to her own phone. “Yes. Now decorations are too ‘childish’,” Betty whined. “Why does he have to make things so difficult.”“Because he has your undivided attention for once, baby cousin.”Betty stared at Cheryl. “What does that mean?”Cheryl rolled her eyes and set down her phone. “Read between the lines, it’s a total Castle and Bennet situation.”Even if she’d been offered the world, Betty still couldn’t figure out what Cheryl meant. With a sigh, Betty packed up her back and headed to Pop’s, figuring it would be easier to meet with him in person than spend three hours going back and forth in text.

Xxxxx

Tuesday Afternoon - Party Countdown: Day 3Betty slammed her lunch tray on the cafeteria table. “I hate him and that stupid grin of his. Like he knows everything. Why did I ever agree to this in the first place?”Kevin moved to the side as Betty swung her leg over the bench to sit down. “Because it’s Archie’s birthday and he’d do the same for you?”Betty snorted. “I doubt he’d work with his mortal enemy to plan me a party.”“True. Because I’d be the one doing the planning. If Archie was doing it there’d be cold pizza and hot ice cream. He’s not big on the planning thing.”Betty stabbed at a piece of fruit and let that sink in. It would be so much easier to let this go, to say she was done with the whole thing and let Jughead finish organizing it. But if she backed out now they’d both know he’d won in the ongoing feud they had. It was frustrating and unnerving and took every last bit of self-control to work with him. He was a constant distraction, taken to staring at her when she was talking and unnerving her by how close he was willing to get. Even stranger, as if he knew just how to get under her skin, he’d sat next to her in English this morning and attempted a semi-polite conversation.“Do I want to ask what’s got her so riled up now?” Toni asked as she sat down. “Jughead’s lips,” Kevin said with a smile.Toni leaned forward, his face eager for more information. “What? Did he kiss you? I thought you two were only supposed to be planning a party.”“Kevin,” Betty scolded. “And no. We can barely stand to be in the same room together. He’s insisted on doing the decorating himself.”Kevin and Toni shared a look. “And that’s bad, how?” Toni asked.“I know you’re used to being in charge of everything, but why is it a problem for him to decorate?” Kevin asked.“Because I was planning on using what we had leftover from Polly’s New Year’s Eve party. It would have been perfect.” Betty said.“What did he say about that?”Betty looked down at her salad and picked at it. “I didn’t exactly mention it.”Toni raised an eyebrow and Kevin let out a heavy sigh.“But obviously if I was pushing to do the decorations, I had a plan,” Betty said, her words sounding thin.“Last time I checked Jones wears several different hats, but mind reading is not one of them,” Toni said. “And being straightforward isn’t Betty’s,” Kevin said.Betty elbowed him in the ribs. “I thought you were supposed to be on my side?”He squirmed away from her. “I am. But you tend to have a take charge attitude and don’t always share the whole plan. Or let other people have much input when you’ve made up your mind.”“What’s that supposed to mean?”Kevin held up his hands defensively. “I’m just saying, maybe this thing isn’t all one-sided. You’re not used to people wanting to help plan something, and he’s -” Kevin faltered, not knowing Jughead enough to speak to his personality.Toni, though, was quick to step in. “Jughead is a snarky gloom and doom nerd. His people skills need some help too.”“Exactly. But maybe if you try to work with him.” He let the thought linger a moment before going into the latest gossip about the lacrosse team.

Xxxx

Thursday Afternoon - Party Countdown; 1

“I’m doing this for Archie, Jughead. If you don’t like that, then you don’t have to be involved,” Betty said after a few deep breaths.“This was my idea, Betty. Not some project you can step in and fix just because I’m involved. The door is right there if you change your mind,” Jughead snapped back. He turned away from her and focused his attention on his computer. Betty’s hands clenched and unclenched. A fire burned in her chest and she had to work to stay seated There was nothing she wanted more than to slap him. It annoyed her that he was right; they were doing this for Archie, not for some strange kudos for their own egos. “Fine.”Jughead’s head jerked up and he looked as if he were surprised she’d conceded so easily. “You’re right. I’m sorry,” she said her words clipped. Just because she was wrong didn’t mean she had to like it.His eyes narrowed and Betty waited it out. If he wanted to suspect her of ulterior motives, then so be it. She just wished he could bring the intensity down a little bit.Eventually, he waved to the seat across from him and, in a rare gesture of cordiality, waved Pop down for a round of shakes. While Betty was suspicious herself of his motives, she took the seat and pulled out her planner to go over their last minute plans.

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Friday Night - Party Countdown: 0

Betty leaned against the porch railing, a red solo cup full of something red and overly sweet in her hands. Veronica had sworn she’d like it, but Betty could barely stomach a sip of it. She’d never been one for parties or alcohol or general teenage mischief. Seeing what had happened to Polly had cured Betty of any desire of that.“Looks like we managed to pulled it off,” Jughead said. He lifted a can to his lips - a brazenly boring soda that stood out against their peers attempts to summon Dionysus into the Andrews’ living room.Betty turned towards him and watched him watch the party through the windows. “Surprisingly.”He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t turn towards her. Betty’s eye followed the movement only to trail down his profile. It was odd, she realized, to have never really thought about what he looked like without the permanent scowl and irritable persona he’d taken up as a defense mechanism.“It’ll be a bitch to clean up, though,” Jughead said.Betty snorted and poured her drink into the bushes beneath her. “I vote that’s Archie’s problem.”“And Veronica’s,” Jughead added, with a nod to the opening door.“There you two are,” Veronica said. She shot a sly grin to Jughead who rolled his eyes.Betty filed her questions away for later, particularly those about how close Veronica and Jughead seemed to have gotten over the past year. “This was a really great surprise,” Archie said, oblivious of the strange interaction going on next to him. He looked as tired as Betty felt, but somehow managed a level of energy even she couldn’t fake. She pulled him into a tight hug as the sudden realization that this was their last year of high school hit her. Tears threatened to spill at the corner of her eyes. In six months, Archie would no longer be her constant companion. It would be the first time ever that he wasn’t part of her life. Betty screwed her eyes shut and thought about the good times.“You’re welcome Archie. Happy birthday,” she said through a sniffle.They pulled apart and it was Jughead’s turn to pull Archie into a hug. Betty took a moment to wipe the tears from her cheeks.“Happy birthday, bud,” Jughead said with a grin. He nodded towards Veronica. “Enjoy it while you can.”Betty pulled Veronica into a hug, the pain of missing her not as severe. After all, they’d be roommates next fall, something they’d been planning since they were twelve. “I’m going to call it a night,” Betty said. Veronica kissed her on the cheek and, in a surprising move, pulled Jughead into a bear hug. She whispered something to him that made him flush before letting him go. “Walk her home,” Veronica ordered him. “I want nothing to happen to my girl. We have plans, after all.”“V, I live ten feet away,” Betty reminded her.Jughead rolled his eyes, but complied when Veronica shoed him after Betty. When they reached the sidewalk, Jughead cleared his throat.“Hey, Cooper.”Betty turned to face him. “Yes?”“Are we still in a truce?”She glanced at her watch. “I’ve got another ten minutes until curfew. So, I’d say we were.”Jughead took a step towards her, dropping his gaze to the ground. He swallowed hard, his hands fidgeting. “You’re not half bad, now that I think about it.”Betty smiled. It was probably the nicest thing she’d heard him say about anything in a while. “You’re not half bad yourself, Jones’.”“Also,” he paused, glancing behind them as if to check that they were alone.“What? What is it?” she asked, stepping towards him, worried he’d say or do something. Her fingers curled into a loose fist, but what she wouldn’t have ever expected was for him to pull her close and press his lips against hers.The world came to a startling halt as Betty’s brain went into overdrive. (They were kissing.) This was Jughead Jones her self-proclaimed high school rival in all things that mattered. (He was kissing her.) Before this week they’d never had a nice thing to say about each other. (And she liked it.) The only common ground they ever had was fighting over Archie (Worse, she was kissing him back) and snarking at each other over stupid little things.A car backfired a street over and the spell was broken. The world wrenched itself back into rightful place. Betty’s eyes fluttered open and everything looked the same as it had before. Only there was that look in his eyes, and there was that exhilarating feeling in her chest that could only mean the sky was the limit, and the ground beneath her was shaking. At some point her hand had come to rest on his cheek. It felt normal there, like a bird finally come home to roost. She rubbed her finger against his smooth skin and he turned his head to kiss her palm. “Pop’s tomorrow?” he asked.Betty answered him in another kiss.

[lilibetts]

Sometimes A Girl Just Wants Some...

Falling in love with Riverdale, Theme 2: Spicy

Part 1/3

The 14th of February. A fraught time for the serially single in New Haven, to hear Veronica describe it.

“The end of Cuffing Season is nigh!” she proclaimed, holding an enormous dildo aloft.

(“That’s Colt,” their boss, Zelda Spellman, had explained when she hired Betty, upon seeing the younger woman’s wide-eyed fascination. “He’s a replica of a porn star’s penis. A very popular order, but also a very popular return.”)

In true Veronica Lodge fashion, she didn’t seem the least bit put out by this development. Next to her, Kevin Keller seemed markedly somber, but that was because his own casual boyfriend had ditched him on the very last day of January.

Betty, however, was indifferent in opinion to it all.

From her seat next to their workstation, she held up her pink mug with the penis-shaped handle in a toast. “Cheers, I deleted Findr from my phone,” she announced before taking a gulp of lukewarm coffee.

“Betty!” 

“Betty!” 

Both Veronica and Kevin were aghast.

“It’s barely February. What happened to TwentyTwenty being ‘The Year of Horny Betty’?” asked Kevin.

In her defense, she’d made that New Year’s Resolution last December, after one of those ‘look at your life, look at your choices’ epiphanies that left her life seeming very lacking. The reality of putting herself out there on a matchmaking app and meeting with the rare specimen who didn’t seem completely terrible and who seemed to have an actual body that was not 100% an ugly penis, however, had been nowhere near as exciting as she’d expected.

She was saved by Kevin’s computer chiming. “Sorry, satisfaction waits for no gossip.” He tapped a few keys and answered the incoming call. “Good afternoon and welcome to the Toyz R Us Customer Support Helpline. My name is Kevin. How may I help you today?”

Veronica’s computer chimed too and she pointed an expensively manicured, accusative finger in Betty’s direction. “Don’t think you’re getting away with this!” She hissed before taking the call.

Toyz R Us only had two brick-and-mortar stores, but it did fairly well with online sales in New England. Betty had only taken the job because she needed some extra spending money around the holidays, and she’d stuck with it into the following semester because she liked the new friends she’d made and found the atmosphere surprisingly enjoyable. At least she got to put her writing skills to good use, even if it was for composing informative, yet enticing descriptions of sex toys.

Of course, her parents had no idea she worked here, and if she was careful enough, they never would.

Veronica’s call ended much more quickly once the man on the other end realized she wasn’t Cheryl. Unfortunately, Cheryl Blossom’s brusque and insulting phoneside manner was such a turn-on to a specific subset of men that she really could’ve started her own side hustle and made bank. Ridiculous bank.

“No sir, I can’t tell you how much thicker it will make your penis. We do recommend that if you use a penis pump, you do so regularly and continually,” Kevin advised before tapping a few keys and removing his headset. To Veronica and Betty, he exclaimed. “That idiot just asked me how much bigger the penis pump would make his dick...my god, how would he think we’d know?”

Betty snorted as she stood, penis-mug in hand. 

“Hey!” Kevin called after her. “We weren’t finished!”

“My break time’s over!”

There actually were a few minutes left of her break, but she had a good reason for being sneaky. You see, it might be Valentine’s Day, but it was also a Friday, and Fridays at Toyz R Us meant freebies in the Friday Reject Box. Due to the sheer volume of products that got moved between Christmas and Valentine’s Day, management had provided them with *two* Friday Reject Boxes.

Betty was a college student at heart—if she was going to support her newfound lingerie and sex toy habit, she had to avail herself of cheap and free products whenever possible. 

Carefully sticking her head out around hallway corners, Betty tiptoed around the building like Nancy Drew herself, on the lookout for her coworkers. 

It had taken her about a month of working here before she stopped feeling embarrassed by the products, although she tried to always approach it as any other job...with professionalism.  Still, there was something illicitly thrilling about being twenty years-old and working at Toyz R Us that made Betty feel like a truly independent woman, more so than moving 350 miles away from her hometown.

Betty wasn’t inexperienced, exactly, but she’d been raised a very straitlaced 'good-girl-next-door' and while college had done wonders for her independence and self-affirmation, she still struggled with the idea of discussing sex with her friends/coworkers.

Luckily, she made it to the table holding the Friday Reject Boxes without running into anyone, and Betty wasted no time starting to rifle through them. Hurry, hurry, before anybody else comes and sees you.

In the first one, there was a Fingo Nubby finger vibrator, a very intimidating looking Booty Camp Training Kit that featured three sizes of anal plugs. She didn’t care for the pink crotchless tights but she grabbed the package with the lavender babydoll that had small slits for the nipples and a matching set of panties with an open crotch. That went on the table, and, after assessing the toys in the first box, the Sweetheart Choker and finger vibrator was added to the small but growing pile of goodies. Just the thought of playing with those was already turning her on. With hot cheeks, she turned to the second box.

Since she started working at Toyz R Us, Betty had been exploring her own sexuality, giving more consideration to what actually turned her on and put aside the time to make herself feel good.

She was distracted from the quick nature of her mission when she noticed a stack of dvd cases towards the bottom. “Ooh,” she cooed, intrigued. “The Seduction of Heidi.” That was added to her pile. She skipped The Best of Ron Jeremy and picked up 49 Positions for Lovers, whose cover promised better sex for couples. Well, the way her sex life had been going lately, Betty needed all the help she could get. 

Deciding she had enough, and that she really should be nice enough to leave some things for her coworkers, Betty gathered up her loot and spun around, only to collide with the hard body of the man who had been standing behind her. She yelped and felt a few of her selections spill out of her arms as she nearly stumbled backwards into the table.

Strong arms grabbed ahold of her, righting her, and Betty’s eyes widened when she realized who it was.

“Jughead,” she croaked. “Have you come to look through the Reject Boxes?” 

Jughead Jones was more or less her mentor on the Content team, in some ways her boss. It was him to whom she showed her first product descriptions for approval, him who she worked hard to please. Over the months, they’d gotten to chatting from time to time, and that had been how she found out he was working on writing his first novel.  

Over the weeks, they had shared their personal work—chapters and articles—for the other to comment on. Jughead encouraged her, Betty cheerleaded him. She came to admire him...his intelligence, soul, personality...and she liked to believe he did so for her, as well. He was thoughtful, too, in a way that threw her because none of her boyfriends had been this attentive...it had always been her that listened and took care of people. Jughead turned the temperature up in their office and kept it relatively higher than he was comfortable with because Betty had kept shivering and working with thick cardigans and hoodies on. He remembered how she liked her coffee and made sure their room had a steady supply of scrap paper and colored pens so she could work out word choice and technical phrasing before typing anything up.

One thing was for certain: she was ponytail over heels in lust with him.

She wanted him to do things to her. Things.

Jughead stood there and adjusted his crown beanie ever so slightly. “Uh, yeah, I’ll just…” he trailed off and, to her horror, he bent down to pick up the things she’d just dropped. All she could do was watch as he straightened up and glanced at the educational dvd and the choker before handing them back to her. “Here, Betty.” 

She couldn’t even look him in the eye, so she stood there, intensely aware of the flush climbing up her chest and into her cheeks.

Betty wanted to die.

“Thanks. Uh...I better go get back to work. I’ll see you when your break’s over. Bye!” She couldn’t get away fast enough.

Once she turned the corner, however, Betty did not head back to the Content room. Instead, she slowly craned her head around the corner, just enough to see Jughead as he bent over one of the Friday Reject Boxes. Scarcely daring to breathe, she watched as he quickly grabbed two dvds. Squinting, she recognized them. Scooby-Doo: A XXX Parody, and The Twenty: Self Pleasuring, which featured a bunch of solo female masturbation scenes.

Well.

She knew what tonight’s masturbatory fantasy was going to be about.

[mrsreinhart]

can’t wait to attend jugheads book signing where he’s completely awestruck by my compelling beauty as I approach him clutching his best selling novel to my heavy chest, he’s rendered speechless, he tries to make conversation where I just blush and look down because I’m so unbelievably shy, he asks me if I like reading which I I tell him I don’t and I’m only here to get the autograph for my friend who’s completely obsessed with him which makes him only like me more because I’m so so different, my radiation of sunshine and rainbows makes him soft and squishy even though he’s a grumpy bastard - he asks me to be his wife, which I decline because I’ve got to update my vegan tumblr blog the night he wants to wed me, I leave with my head between my ankles and hurl the autographed book at my friend betty who’s licking the bookstore window

he later finds me in the park where I’m sitting in a puddle because I find rain water is the only water that acceptable because the taps make the waters decision unlike rain water which falls of its own accord #makeyourownchoice

he caresses my face, I file a restraining order

chapter 2 of my wattpad fic coming soon, like comment subscribe xxx

[girlsloveamystery]

"You look beautiful, Betty Cooper," he signed, and he smiled as her eyes lit up.

"You've been practicing," she signed back, and he nodded.

"A little here and there," he grinned.

Betty blushed an even prettier red and Jughead found himself entranced with her eternal beauty. Betty, in his opinion, was the very definition of beauty and not solely because of her timeless looks. She had so much heart to give to everyone – despite what life had thrown her way – and he was in a constant state of awe at the fact that she still delivered her heart the way she did. She hadn't changed from the woman he knew five years prior.

"Ready to go?" Betty signed, voice sounding excited, and he grinned.

"Yeah, let's go hon," he replied, holding his elbow out for her so she could crook hers' through it if she wanted to. She didn't hesitate in the slightest and looped hers' through his and he found himself, while being happy with any form of contact, ready to hold her hand once more.

XXX

Stepping off the ferry once they reached Staten Island, Jughead placed his hand on the small of Betty's back as he carried the picnic basket for them and led her to a little place off on the side, away from the main part of the tourist attraction that most people came for when coming to Staten Island. Sitting the basket down, he pulled out the blanket he brought and spread it out before laying out the food, stomach rumbling at the sight of it, and he could only hope Betty liked what he had made. He hadn't ever cooked when they were together – but not wanting to live on takeout daily, Jughead had learned how to cook with a few online classes.

Shuffling back a few paces, he watched Betty take in the spread before her with slight nerves. She smiled as her eyes fell on the homemade pizza. Turning to him, she looked at him curiously.

"Did you make this yourself?" Betty asked, fingers moving as Jughead studied them, trying to capture any sign she made so he could learn it himself. He nodded as he looked back at her.

"Okay, so I really wanted to learn how to sign this completely, but I had to make that, so, let's bare-with me, okay?" Jughead asked sheepishly. He smiled as Betty leaned to press a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips.

"Jughead Jones, it's just me," she signed as she pulled back, ever-famous gentle green eyes on his. "You do not need to ever feel like I'm going to be…to be…mad at you for not learning the entire language in a couple of weeks, okay?" Her fingers were moving, along with her speech, rapidly and Jughead was fascinated. He knew this is what she was referring to the week prior when she had said how her movement and speech would blend together if she was talking passionately about something. And fuck, he stuck true to his original thought – it was an art all in itself.

When she seemed to be running out of her energy, he gently clasped her hands in his, bringing her palms and kissing them, before intertwining their fingers as he smiled gently at her, searching for the right words to say that would express his…immensely wide gratitude for the blonde sunshine in a bottle before him. "Betty Cooper, you're a good person, you know that?"

[snarkwrites]

17.12, kissing booth, sweetpea

Title: kissing booth

Theme: holiday carnival/fair

Fandom / Character(s):Riverdale, Sweetpea x OFC, Alyssa Andrews

Warnings: Swearing, Sweetpea being a smartass, Reggie being an antagonist, and floofy kisses.

Word Count: uhh.. 1k-ish?, roughly.

Look.. I blame my niece for getting sucked into this show and fandom to begin with. I guess I just have a connection and deep love for grouchy types, because when Sweetpea was first introduced I was instantly hooked on the character. This is my daily entry for @champbucks​ 12 days of Christmas. Hope you guys enjoy it. I had a blast writing it. I guess sometimes it’s just fun to write something that’s not purely related to a thirst I happen to have, who woulda thunk it, huh?

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“Oh come on!” Cheryl pouted, tapping her foot impatiently because she knows full well that I’m the only person her demanding and bossing around doesn’t work on. In fact, it usually makes me dig my heels in even more.

“I said I’m not doing it. Why do you want me to take two hours at the booth anyway, Cheryl? We both know there’s probably no one in Riverdale who will line up to kiss me. Can’t Betty or Veronica take the extra hour?” I eyed her, a brow raised.

“Actually, that’s where you’d be wrong, Alyssa. I have proof that you’re the one they’d rather have in the booth for an extra hour.” Cheryl dug around in her backpack and produced a piece of paper. I eyed her and then it, taking it with an amused laugh. “Right. You totally just fabricated this. I’m not doing it, Cheryl. Nope.”

From nearby, Toni spoke up.

“Doing what? What’d I miss?”

Cheryl beamed and went into Toni’s arms, hugging her, taking the paper back from me to show Toni and the two shared a laugh.

And then both of their gazes settled on me expectantly.

“Ah fuck. Look, I said I’d do an hour. That’s absolutely it. I’m already going to spend most of that kissing freshmen or something, shit. That paper proves absolutely nothing, by the way.” I nodded to the paper that Toni was now holding in her hands.

“We don’t have time to argue this. Jughead took Betty home and your brother’s spirited Veronica away. Everyone else has gone.”

“So have I. And I’m still not over that sophomore with the Hoover suction. Do you know that little shit tried to cop a feel?”

“Waaaa.” Cheryl mimicked. Toni leaned in, whispering into her ear and then Cheryl muttered “Interesting.” as her gaze fixed on me again. As Toni walked off, I pinched the bridge of my nose and eyed the empty chair. The booth was on a break right now. The line was pretty small.

Riverdale High needed the money. Taking on a whole other student body recently had pretty much depleted the school’s funds. Everyone else on my team had already gone. I eyed Cheryl as I mulled it over. “Is anyone else going twice?”

“Actually, both Toni and I are. Cheek kisses only, of course.” Cheryl gave me a pleading grin as her words fell away.

I felt a little better knowing that I wouldn’t be the only one being offered up for sacrifice twice. I tapped my foot and dragged my fingers through long red hair, giving it a tug. “Fine.”

Cheryl hugged me and I laughed, letting her. Even hugging back just slightly. “I’ll go take my seat I guess. But I’m telling you, my second turn is going to be a total bust.”

I caught sight of Toni talking to Fangs and Sweetpea over by the hot chocolate booth and I bit my lip, my gaze lingering on Sweetpea for just a few seconds longer than it should’ve. 

,, My fantasy kiss is not gonna happen. I can hang it up.”

That was my last thought before flopping into the chair positioned behind our booth. And nearly as soon as the few people waiting realized that the line was opening up again, they started to push to the front slowly. One or two walked away.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Three times. Then a fourth. But I wanted to just get my second turn in the kissing booth over with because I’d pretty much resigned myself to the fact that like my first turn, I’d have mostly underclassmen in my line. Or friends of my brother Archie. Luckily my brothers friends seemed okay with just a hug and a peck on the cheek. I hadn’t had to actually… Lock actual lips with anyone.

XXX

Sweetpea watched as Alyssa took her seat at the kissing booth a second time. Toni wandered over, tapping her best friend’s shoulder and nodding towards the booth. “Are you gonna stare all afternoon or grow a pair and get in line, Pea?”

“I’m not taking part in… that shit.” Sweetpea nodded his head in the direction of the booth. Toni reached into her back pocket and smirked to herself while Sweetpea was busy watching Alyssa Andrews get settled into the booth for her second go. “Yeah? Well if you won’t.. I have a long list of guys that Cheryl has spoken to who all seem to say that they’re more than happy to.”

She unfolded the paper right as Sweetpea heard her and focused. He reached for the paper, snatching it from her hands. His eyes darted over the poll and sign up sheet and then settled back on the red-head currently manning the kissing booth.

When his eyes got to Reggie’s name on the list at least three times, his fists clenched tight. He tugged at the collar of his tee shirt. It wasn’t a secret that Alyssa and Reggie liked to flirt back and forth and frankly, it was something that annoyed Sweetpea continuously. To a point where lately, it caused him to stay constantly irritated.

Especially when she’d blow off their little gang of friends to go on drives with Reggie.. Or study. Or grab a milkshake at Pop’s.

“She’s only doing this because she’s part of that stupid cheer thing.” he said it to himself, mostly to keep himself from doing something stupid and crazy and marching over, dragging her away from that booth and telling her that the only guy she needed to kiss was right in front of her. And had been for months now.

“Actually, she volunteered. And she’s the only one people have specifically asked for twice.” Toni shrugged as she tried to stop the laughter. Sure it was a small fabrication in details, but Sweetpea didn’t know that, nor did he need to. What he did need right now was a nudge. Because for one thing, Toni was beyond done with seeing him mope over Josie and their little fling ending. For another, the tension in the room between Sweetpea and Alyssa lately when they were all hanging out was almost unbearable. And rather than stand back and watch her grumpy idiot of a best guy friend let a chance at actual happiness pass him by, she was determined that today was the day. She was going to give him that loving but firm little nudge in the right direction.

Because lately, Alyssa was starting to think that Sweetpea didn’t feel the same way about her as she did about him, hence all the dates with Reggie Mantle. Toni was also sick of watching Alyssa try to feign happiness when lately, she’d been down. Because every attempt she’d made thus far to tell Sweetpea how she felt wound up Sweetpea, bringing up Josie in  conversation.. Or lately, with Alyssa just talking herself right out of it altogether.

Something needed to happen, otherwise someone was going to explode.

Reggie Mantle wandered over, getting into the line for the kissing booth. Sweetpea looked as if it were taking literally every single shred of willpower he possessed not to storm over and make a scene, especially when Reggie smooth-talked his way right to the front of the line almost.

“You know she’s only going out with him a lot more lately because the guy she really wants ahs made himself so hard to be around that we all wanna strangle him most of the time now.. Right?”

“You’re lying.”

“Yeah? Let me show you something.” Toni grabbed her phone and held it out. “Have a read at our text history, Pea. See for yourself.”

Sweetpea took the phone reluctantly. At first, he was skeptical. By the middle of the most recent conversation, about Alyssa blowing them off to hang at the quarry in favor of going to watch Reggie at football practice because he asked and Alyssa admitting that maybe it was time she… Moved on. Got over her huge crush on Sweetpea… He wanted to kick himself.

His eyes fixed on the booth and his jaw set firm.

He knew her well enough to know that she’d never own up to anything she’d admitted to Toni in the texts. And he knew that lately, he’d made it almost unbearable to be around him. Picking fights with her, grilling her about pretty much everything. Just purposely being an ass.

His pride was going to cost him a shot with her if he didn’t swallow it soon. And the thought was not a pleasant one when it settled in his mind.

“Nothing to say, Pea?” Toni teased, flashing him a smirk as soon as she managed to break through his thoughts and gain his attention for a second or two. Sweetpea dragged his hand over his hair, taking a breath or two. Reggie was just about to the front of the line. His gaze fixed on Alyssa, almost as if he were willing her to look at him. Catch him staring.

“If you really want her to know how you feel and not have any doubts, you know what to do.”

Toni’s statement had Sweetpea wandering over to the line for the kissing booth. What Reggie Mantle had in charm, Sweetpea made up for in sheer intimidation skill and a second or two later, Reggie scowled as Sweetpea wound up right behind him in line.

“The hell are you doing, Serpent?”

“I know what you’re not gonna do, Mantle.”

Reggie whirled around, staring Sweetpea up and down. “You think so, huh? Watch and see.”

“I don’t fucking think so.” Sweetpea towered over Reggie, his fists shoved safely inside his leather jacket.

From the front, Alyssa cleared her throat. “It’s,uhh.. It’s your turn, Reggie.” she bit her lip as she looked back and forth between Reggie and Sweetpea. Sweetpea caught her gaze and held it, biting his lip.

After a little digging, he found a badly wadded twenty dollar bill.

Reggie sauntered up to the booth and slipped a five dollar bill down, giving Alyssa a playful gaze as he leaned in for the kill.

And Sweetpea’s fists clenched even tighter in his pocket. He barely managed to bite back a growl. And after about five seconds, he cleared his throat and spoke up, addressing Reggie.

“You’re holding up the damn line, Mantle.”

“I paid, Sweetpea. What are you even doing in the line to begin with, huh? Didn’t we have a talk about this Friday afternoon?” Reggie was body to body with him until Cheryl hurried over.

“Break it up you two!”

XXX

I think when I saw Sweetpea wandering over, my heart fluttered a little and I tensed up all in the same breath. I honestly thought he was coming over just to start something. To heckle me for offering myself up to do this. He looked mad.

Or I thought he did, at least.

When he didn’t start with the heckling and instead, intimidated about ten of the guys waiting in line to let him go before them, I found myself having a harder time focusing on the task at hand. A guy named Ben who played basketball with Archie every few weekends came up and put a dollar into the basket, chuckling as I rose to tiptoe and gave him a friendly and slightly awkward cheek kiss. He pulled me into a hug and muttered into my ear, “The rowdier guys are still waitin, red.. If you want me to hang around… Hell, maybe I should. Archie would kick my ass if somebody got out of line with his kid sister.” 

“Ben, I’ll be fine. I’m perfectly capable of handling things.” I explained, giving him a gentle smile and thanking him for the offer because his heart was in the right place. Reggie was next and I took a deep breath.

Truth be told, I was a little irritated because Reggie doing this made it kind of clear that Reggie was just going to try and find ways to skirt around any boundary I set. I got that this was in good fun, but there was a perfectly good reason I hadn’t really… Kissed him yet. Even when he’s tried to initiate at least two or three times now and each time, I’ve politely declined.

If this were a few months ago, I’d have jumped at the chance. I was shocked at myself when we were sitting in front of my dad’s house and he tried to kiss me the first time and I didn’t go for it then, if I’m being perfectly honest.

Because I’ve always had a soft spot for my brother’s friend Reggie. I guess that’s when it really hit me… After I met Sweetpea, a lot of things changed. And my feelings for Reggie just kind of slowly died.

The argument between Reggie and Sweetpea caught my attention and if I had any actual hope left of Sweetpea being into me like that, it would’ve grown as I listened to the words being exchanged back and forth before clearing my throat.

As I got their attention and for a few seconds, they glared one another down, I found myself kind of wondering what Sweetpea was up to. I honestly hadn’t even thought he’d show up at the carnival. I mean yeah, Toni most likely dragged him, but… He’s in line… For the kissing booth. And not just any line, my line.

My brain seemed to start working then and it hit me that in a few seconds, I was going to have to kiss Sweetpea.

,, I’ll give him a peck on the cheek. Because if I had my way and gave him a real kiss, things would get so awkward between us, holy shit..” the decision was made and I felt a little better.

Reggie finally approached the table and I bit my lip, eyeing him. I could feel Sweetpea’s intent stare burning a hole right through me, even as I pretended to be happy and interested in the kiss I was about to give Reggie.

Maybe knowing Sweetpea was watching was what made me decide to settle with a clumsy corner of the mouth kiss. Reggie muttered quietly against my mouth, “Red?”

“Sorry, I just.. I thought I could but I can’t.” I muttered so that Reggie could hear me. 

Reggie gave an understanding nod and smiled, shrugging “It’s cool. Do you wanna meet up later?”. I shrugged and told him I’d text him when I left the carnival if I felt up to hanging out or going to Pops and he walked away from the kissing booth, leaving me frustrated at myself and panicking a little because naturally, Sweetpea was next.

For a few seconds, I felt bad about the half hearted attempt. Especially when I thought back on just how wrapped up in Josie Sweetpea had been and just how little I’d given him hell for it in comparison to how much hell he’s put me through for going on a date or two with Reggie lately.

I zoned out a little, mostly just trying to pull myself together and in that time, Sweetpea stepped up and smacked a 20 dollar bill down on top of the table, gazing down at me expectantly as he swallowed hard and dragged his hand over his hair.

I eyed the 20 dollar bill and eyed him. “I,uhh.. A kiss on the cheek is only a dollar.”

,, you seriously open your mouth and say that?”

“Obviously, that’s not what I got in line for, princess.” Sweetpea muttered quietly, licking his lips as his gaze settled on mine. I gulped and I swear, it felt as if all the air got sucked right out of the space between us. I dragged my hand through my hair and raised a brow as his eyes left my lips and settled on mine, locking me in a gaze.

“Is this a joke?” I muttered quietly, dazed.

“I believe somebody once told me I have zero sense of humor, so no. No it’s not, doll. You gonna kiss me or not? I paid.” Sweetpea’s tone took on a hint of teasing and I felt my stomach starting to flop lazily, just like it always does when he’s in the rare mood to tease and make it hard for me to tell whether he’s flirting or just being a teasing ass.

I usually play safe and put my money in him simply being a teasing ass, but right now, I wasn’t sure what he was up to at all.

The way he was looking at me right now did not feel like Sweetpea teasing. The look in his eyes was downright hungry. 

“I..”

From the back, Reggie heckled. “What the hell makes you think she wants your disgusting Serpent mouth on her, man?”

I grumbled to myself quietly, frustrated because apparently, I was going to freeze up. “You don’t have to..” I trailed off. Sweetpea chuckled to himself and leaned across the booth, his hand tangling in the hair at the back of my neck, tugging at a handful as he pulled my mouth against his. His tongue trailed slowly over the outline of my lips and I whimpered quietly. The palm I had resting flat against his leather jacket wound up curling in it instead. His hand settled on my hip, guiding me partially over the table and halfway out the opening of the booth that we’d been leaning through.

I could feel my face heating up as people started to catcall and whistle and slow clap. When somebody said “Oh shit. Listen man, I don’t wanna die, I think I’ll just.. Wait for Cheryl to take over in a little bit.” I barely heard it, but I couldn’t help smiling into the kiss.

The kiss broke and I slowly raised my hand to my mouth, wiping the back of it across. I was beyond stunned at the moment. At a total and complete loss for words. But when Sweetpea leaned back in and pecked my cheek before whispering with a laugh, “Go on.. Finish working your kissing booth, princess.” and copped a feel, I bit my lip before pouting at him.

“What’s that mean?”

“It means, I’m gonna stick around. Keep these fuckin knuckleheads left in line from getting too much enjoyment, princess.”

“Oh, it does, hm?”

“I mean.. Unless you have a different idea as to why I kissed you like that, Red.” Sweetpea teased, smirking at me for a few seconds.

I eyed him and he muttered quietly, “Later.. We’ll talk, doll. The kiss was just something to think about.”

And somehow, god help me, I don’t think I’ll be able to get it off my mind for the rest of my time left to go in this booth...

[blueandgoldoffice]

Hi lovely, I have another one. Basically Betty wakes up alone after a night spent with jug and freaks out thinking jug left her. In reality he wrote her a letter (that she didn’t see) saying he popped out to get breakfast and ends up coming back and comforting her. Hopefully you know what I’m talking about. Thank you xxx

Hi doll :) I know exactly what you’re talking about.

Advanced Reading Copy by @writeradamanteve

M  2/2

Summary: She's an editor in one of the most prestigious publishing companies in the world. He's the hotshot author, revered by the prestigious imprint that she works for. When Betty and Jughead first meet, his manuscript is mauled beyond recognition under the sharp edge of her red pen, but they recognize each other's brilliance and it's only a matter of time.

Maybe a lot of time.

Inspired by the prompt: we’ve been arguing for the last six years about everything and the only thing we can agree on right now is the fact that being snowed in the office together sucks

~MM